3 days until my first 5K. I hope it will be my first and not my last, if it is enjoyable, I'd like to do more this summer. I get a little nervous thinking about it, but I think I am ready to go. Two nights ago, I neglected to blog after my run, it was a long night of exercise. I ran the first leg for 28 minutes no stopping, and that was close to 5K. I ran again after walking for a while (Becky came with me again) for another 26 minutes. It's really amazing this transition that is happening. Once I get past the first 5-10 minute mark I feel like I could just keep running, very Forrest Gump of me, but I stopped after the SECOND 26 minute run and was like, hmm, I should have just kept going, I felt FINE. Didn't bend over in pain, didn't scream in exhaustion, just stopped running, stood there and looked around. Now, my right knee and thigh feel destroyed, so I iced them down again and I'm just going to work through it, the "injury" hurts for the first 3-4 minutes, but then it subsides during my run. I'm taking a regular regimen of 2 aleve before the run and then something after the run (before I go to bed).
I might have mentioned that since I started running, over 3 weeks ago now, I haven't been sleeping, my limbs and my body ache all over and I just can't get rested. So I have had to start taking some tylenol or advil to get me rested ready for sleep. I don't like to do that a lot, but as I get ready to race for the first time I feel I need to try to get sufficient and rested sleep.
Today is Wednesday and I run tonight, Andrea and I are going to check out the actual chase trail if we can and run or walk it, I like a familiar trail much better, then I can focus on an end point and push myself. Considering I ran over 25 minutes twice in one night, I really think I can run the 5K without stopping. I hope I can do that, I have a mental plan ready for that day, I just hope my adrenaline doesn't get the better of me.
I can't believe that in 3 short weeks I am running over 25 minutes without stopping, perhaps after this weekend (or maybe even tonight) I can write that I run 5K without stopping and then I will start focusing on my time. Post this run I think I will continue to run for a 10K, half marathon or marathon I just don't think I could do, I feel like beyong 10K (which is about 1.25 hours of exercising/running) it gets boring. I'll give anything a shot, but it's not something I'm going to set myself up for!...right now.....
I have lots more to say but am not in a creative writing mood, until later...
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Cooler than me.
The Mike Posner song that's on my miniaturized playlist on Paul's phone while my ipod classic 1st Gen continues to SUCK. It got me through a a new limit for my run. Today's run was completed in under an hour and I ran (according to GPS) 5.5 miles. The personal best part was running the first leg of my circuit for 14 minutes, no stopping, from Trailwood near my house to the end of the town branch trail, all. the. way. to. the. top. BOO. YAH. Turned around at the top and walked for a brief 30 seconds and then ran all the way back, another 13 minutes. BOO. YAH. I can't believe it. The most surprising thing about all this is that I don't feel like total shit and feel, actually, pretty damn good. I ran with Paul's sister tonight, Becky, who like me three weeks ago, hasn't exercised, at all in forever. So she ran 30 second stints as much as she could, while I kicked ass, not hers, but mine. This sounds like an excuse, but it really isn't, I only stopped at the beginning again because I wasn't sure how far behind Becky was. Now, this isn't a comparison between Becky and myself, she is W1D1 of the "program" or whatever you want to call it, so even if she doesn't continue it, that is the level she is at. I could have kept running, but Becky was nice enough to come and along and provide company so I didn't totally want to run around without her. I really believe that I could run this 5K on Saturday under 40 minutes. I am, it seems, a slow runner, or maybe that is stricly classified as "jogging". Whatever, haters, I am exercising, more than I ever have since I quit Irish dancing, so you can suck it. Whatever you classify it as, I classify it as getting off the couch and sweating my arse off thank you very much.
Didn't see any snakes, didn't see any bunnies either.... Mayhaps the bunnies are being digested and the snakes are laying low in the tall grass resting their full bellies. I'm on team bunny, so snakes, whatever the hell you are (black rat snake or copperhead) I am an equal opportunity snake hater and I want to kill you all. I analyzed each and every leaf grouping and stick gathering on my trail though, with anxiety as the cluster approached, closer and closer until I realized it wasn't a snake. I hate snakes, why'd it have to be snakes?
People who meet me and subsequently know that I grew up in Australia cannot believe that I never saw a snake in my home land. NO. I NEVER saw a snake in the wild, like just laying there, not in my backyard, not in the bush, nowhere and I've been out bush, camped and hiked in Australia. I'm sure they were there, but I never saw a snake in the wild until I moved to Kentucky and saw a water moccasin swimming in Lake Herrington. Now that's a sight that makes me wanna jump right in that swampy, tepid human waste lake. The only thing that makes me wanna jump in that lake is 6 beers.
I've seen every single kind of spider possible in Austrailia, all the venomous poisonous, long legged, huge black bodies, red stripedy and fangy arachnids, but a snake, none. God I hate spiders, snakes more though, they seem more squirrely, and could slither away easier than spiders that I could use an atmosphere ozone hating aerosol to dump an entire $3.99 Raid can on. Snakes, I'd need to find a large rock, aim and account for wind, velocity, speed and crush at the right moment. That's seems a little more difficult, so I opt for Spider killing instead, all snakes, please keep to yourself, don't present me with a need to find a large cinder block.
I run on Saturday, my first 5K ever. I hope to run that in 40 minutes or less. I hope that I run for 15-20 minutes, then I'll stop for 1:30, then I'd like to think that I would run the entire rest of the way before getting to the finish. That is my goal. Today is Sunday, I will run Monday Wednesday and Thursday or T,W,R. I'll walk on Friday, eat pasta salad for an early dinner and the plan is to get up Saturday at 6:30 am, eat a Special K breakfast bar, pack plenty of water and head out from the house at 7:15 am for my 8am race. It's not a race to me and I am not competing with anyone, not even myself, I have a time goal, because I now know I can run this thing, just a time goal and a goal to just do it. Ahh Nike, what a great marketing slogan, probably not as catchy as the one Paul came up with, which I will get make into a t-shirt - "stop sucking." I love it.
Tomorrow is work, but only for 3 days, then it's the 4th of July long weekend, I love it, I can make it through three days...surely... :)
Didn't see any snakes, didn't see any bunnies either.... Mayhaps the bunnies are being digested and the snakes are laying low in the tall grass resting their full bellies. I'm on team bunny, so snakes, whatever the hell you are (black rat snake or copperhead) I am an equal opportunity snake hater and I want to kill you all. I analyzed each and every leaf grouping and stick gathering on my trail though, with anxiety as the cluster approached, closer and closer until I realized it wasn't a snake. I hate snakes, why'd it have to be snakes?
People who meet me and subsequently know that I grew up in Australia cannot believe that I never saw a snake in my home land. NO. I NEVER saw a snake in the wild, like just laying there, not in my backyard, not in the bush, nowhere and I've been out bush, camped and hiked in Australia. I'm sure they were there, but I never saw a snake in the wild until I moved to Kentucky and saw a water moccasin swimming in Lake Herrington. Now that's a sight that makes me wanna jump right in that swampy, tepid human waste lake. The only thing that makes me wanna jump in that lake is 6 beers.
I've seen every single kind of spider possible in Austrailia, all the venomous poisonous, long legged, huge black bodies, red stripedy and fangy arachnids, but a snake, none. God I hate spiders, snakes more though, they seem more squirrely, and could slither away easier than spiders that I could use an atmosphere ozone hating aerosol to dump an entire $3.99 Raid can on. Snakes, I'd need to find a large rock, aim and account for wind, velocity, speed and crush at the right moment. That's seems a little more difficult, so I opt for Spider killing instead, all snakes, please keep to yourself, don't present me with a need to find a large cinder block.
I run on Saturday, my first 5K ever. I hope to run that in 40 minutes or less. I hope that I run for 15-20 minutes, then I'll stop for 1:30, then I'd like to think that I would run the entire rest of the way before getting to the finish. That is my goal. Today is Sunday, I will run Monday Wednesday and Thursday or T,W,R. I'll walk on Friday, eat pasta salad for an early dinner and the plan is to get up Saturday at 6:30 am, eat a Special K breakfast bar, pack plenty of water and head out from the house at 7:15 am for my 8am race. It's not a race to me and I am not competing with anyone, not even myself, I have a time goal, because I now know I can run this thing, just a time goal and a goal to just do it. Ahh Nike, what a great marketing slogan, probably not as catchy as the one Paul came up with, which I will get make into a t-shirt - "stop sucking." I love it.
Tomorrow is work, but only for 3 days, then it's the 4th of July long weekend, I love it, I can make it through three days...surely... :)
Along the trail....
I'll start this blog in reverse order, though I shouldnb't have said anything, I should have just performed my Quentin Tarantino story telling and let you figured it out. Since I believe I am not half as talented as that man, I figured I ought to let you know what is going on.
Returned home from a very vigorous walk with Joseph, this kid can run! He ran for 1/4 - 1/2 mile consistently, and not just jogged, ran! I couldnt' believe it. We took the stroller and he got up and run, while I raced behind witha stroller and Dingo, I had to keep up a good pace to stay on track with him! Showed Paul on his Palm Pre a photo of a snake we literally almost stepped on. It didn't really freak me out at the time, the snake was little, but also the coloring looked harmelss, but taking the evidence back home to paul it was frightening to find out that it could be a copperhead. I got Dingo and my child way too close to that thing. Now I didn't go all up close and Steve Irwin this little guy, but I SHOULD have picked up a large rock and smashed him from a distance. I'd rather see 1,000 bunnies I need to get rid of myself, than snakes. Insert Indiana Jones quote here "Snakes.... why'd it have to be snakes... I hate snakes..."
NOW I will know why if I don't see very many bunnies on my trail anymore.
Joseph can also bowl, he LOVED the bowling shoes (pink and yellow, flourscent at that) and he asked if we could take them home. Amm.. bowling shoes don't really go with anything unless you plan on walking around like Charlie Sheen in 2 1/2 men all day and I won't have that. It was for Taylor's 5th birthday party and thankfully at this party Taylor didn't break his arm like he did at Joseph's that Joseph keeps bringing up and can't let go of. Jospeh will remember that forever! He picked up a size 8 ball and carried it all himself and dropped it down the "slide" and got several spares! It was a fun little party. A celebratory strike or "more than 2 pins" dance was customary, think a mixture of Saturday night fever and air guitar.
Previous to that we went for a swim. That was way more of a hassle that it should have been, but I TRIED to do somethng "nice" and as I knew it would, it was just a bad idea. So Joseph and I went to Masterson Station pool. Where is Paul during all this ga;avanting you ask? Well, Paul isn't much for anything that involves being out of the house first of all, second of all he actually had a good excuse for once, he was finishing the hardwood flooring he'd been putting for two weeks. THe pool was awesome, but we obviously don't spend enough time there, Joseph is hesitant in the pool, not scared or fearful, but just hesitant. There are kids there that obviously spend a lifetime there and are swimming going under water, know how to breathe no floaties. And Joseph finally got comfortable using a floating ring. I'll take it, but then once he was ready to be in the pool, he didn't want to leave. I'll have to make sure we spend an entire day at the pool sometime soon.
The day started out nice and late and I didn't realize how hot and humid it was going to get, again, so I went on a run. This is the part I get to talk about an achievement I made. Well, I made several and I am thrilled. So I start the run, gearing up for running 6 minutes, walking 1:30, instead I run, it feels good, so I keep running, then I just keep running until it starts hurting, then I push myself to run until I reach the almost 1 mile mark. Awesome. Ran for 12:30. Wow. Walked 2:30 and ran 8:30, walked for 1:30 ran for 6:30, walked another 1:30 and finished my shortened (4.26) mile run with a 5 minute jaunt at the end. I was saturated in sweat and I know where to draw the line. When I can feel the sun literally cooking my body and the humidity is stuck to my skin, I get all tingly and a cool feeling that means I am probably going to pass out soon and it is time to wrap it up. I thought it was early enough in the morning to try to do a full 10K but I didn't bring water and 10:30am is HOT outside, VERY HOT in the summer. I'll settle for a little over 5K.
According to just math, I did over 5K in 37 minutes. I have tried everything, a pedometer, GPS tracking, stop watches etc.. but I can't ever seem to get a proper full reading on my length of running. This first 5K on Saturday July 3rd will be a good test, but I think I might need to visit the trail before hand, I like to get a good idea of points along the trail so I can push myself to an end point. Or maybe it will be good not knowing when or what the end looks like so I just have to keep running and keep pushing myself!!! More on this first 5K as it looms.....
Returned home from a very vigorous walk with Joseph, this kid can run! He ran for 1/4 - 1/2 mile consistently, and not just jogged, ran! I couldnt' believe it. We took the stroller and he got up and run, while I raced behind witha stroller and Dingo, I had to keep up a good pace to stay on track with him! Showed Paul on his Palm Pre a photo of a snake we literally almost stepped on. It didn't really freak me out at the time, the snake was little, but also the coloring looked harmelss, but taking the evidence back home to paul it was frightening to find out that it could be a copperhead. I got Dingo and my child way too close to that thing. Now I didn't go all up close and Steve Irwin this little guy, but I SHOULD have picked up a large rock and smashed him from a distance. I'd rather see 1,000 bunnies I need to get rid of myself, than snakes. Insert Indiana Jones quote here "Snakes.... why'd it have to be snakes... I hate snakes..."
NOW I will know why if I don't see very many bunnies on my trail anymore.
Joseph can also bowl, he LOVED the bowling shoes (pink and yellow, flourscent at that) and he asked if we could take them home. Amm.. bowling shoes don't really go with anything unless you plan on walking around like Charlie Sheen in 2 1/2 men all day and I won't have that. It was for Taylor's 5th birthday party and thankfully at this party Taylor didn't break his arm like he did at Joseph's that Joseph keeps bringing up and can't let go of. Jospeh will remember that forever! He picked up a size 8 ball and carried it all himself and dropped it down the "slide" and got several spares! It was a fun little party. A celebratory strike or "more than 2 pins" dance was customary, think a mixture of Saturday night fever and air guitar.
Previous to that we went for a swim. That was way more of a hassle that it should have been, but I TRIED to do somethng "nice" and as I knew it would, it was just a bad idea. So Joseph and I went to Masterson Station pool. Where is Paul during all this ga;avanting you ask? Well, Paul isn't much for anything that involves being out of the house first of all, second of all he actually had a good excuse for once, he was finishing the hardwood flooring he'd been putting for two weeks. THe pool was awesome, but we obviously don't spend enough time there, Joseph is hesitant in the pool, not scared or fearful, but just hesitant. There are kids there that obviously spend a lifetime there and are swimming going under water, know how to breathe no floaties. And Joseph finally got comfortable using a floating ring. I'll take it, but then once he was ready to be in the pool, he didn't want to leave. I'll have to make sure we spend an entire day at the pool sometime soon.
The day started out nice and late and I didn't realize how hot and humid it was going to get, again, so I went on a run. This is the part I get to talk about an achievement I made. Well, I made several and I am thrilled. So I start the run, gearing up for running 6 minutes, walking 1:30, instead I run, it feels good, so I keep running, then I just keep running until it starts hurting, then I push myself to run until I reach the almost 1 mile mark. Awesome. Ran for 12:30. Wow. Walked 2:30 and ran 8:30, walked for 1:30 ran for 6:30, walked another 1:30 and finished my shortened (4.26) mile run with a 5 minute jaunt at the end. I was saturated in sweat and I know where to draw the line. When I can feel the sun literally cooking my body and the humidity is stuck to my skin, I get all tingly and a cool feeling that means I am probably going to pass out soon and it is time to wrap it up. I thought it was early enough in the morning to try to do a full 10K but I didn't bring water and 10:30am is HOT outside, VERY HOT in the summer. I'll settle for a little over 5K.
According to just math, I did over 5K in 37 minutes. I have tried everything, a pedometer, GPS tracking, stop watches etc.. but I can't ever seem to get a proper full reading on my length of running. This first 5K on Saturday July 3rd will be a good test, but I think I might need to visit the trail before hand, I like to get a good idea of points along the trail so I can push myself to an end point. Or maybe it will be good not knowing when or what the end looks like so I just have to keep running and keep pushing myself!!! More on this first 5K as it looms.....
Thursday, June 24, 2010
The running racial profiler.
So I need a change of scenery today for my run, so I choose the arboretum, the last time I remember being there was in college, post sunlight and post many beers, so I had no idea what kind of running trail I was getting myself into....sober. I'd judge it as a pretty average running trail, plenty of little hills, dips, straights and turns. It killed ME, but I try to judge a course not based on my level, but rather how challenging it should be to the average runner. NOT that I classify myself a runner yet, I have to stick with it for a while, more than a year and consistently practice the sport of running.
So as I run the arboretum at UK, run.com says it is 2.45 in length to run the entire way around and today, as I push myself beyond where I think crazy has come and gone and I run consistently 6 minutes with 1:30 break in between (and I don't just casually walk - I keep walking large strides with arms swinging), 3 times around the arboretum trail. I'm sure I looked like a total spastic, not quite Phoebe from Friends, but rather I'm sure I had a "I'm going to die at any second so if you see that as you pass me and here a "phflump" on the ground, please call 911" look on my face the entire time as well as terrible posture and loud breathing.
As I run/die/walk, rinse and repeat, I profile every single person I pass. It makes the run quite interesting as I listen to Kesha "tik Tok", since I have no idea what that song is about other than it seems this "Kesha" really has no idea what it is really like to party and thinks shes good friends with P Diddy and brushes her teeth with Jack Daniels. Brushing your teeth with anything other than bleach after a hard night of partying will leave you with bad breath, something no one wants to be around including yourself, my dear. I could go on, but I need to get to the point here. So as I think about passing out and giving in to the little black dots I start seeing before my eyes at the 5 minute mark, I pass a group of Asians, looks like a small family, so I bet that at least one of them is a doctor or scientist smart enough to be able to determine my chances of living once I have passed out in front of them from running like an idiot. I bet that the female would be kind and pick up my head and try to wave air in front of me trying to get me to respond, while the "doctor" tries to feel for a pulse, and the scientist just shakes his head as he takes one look at me and realizes I am no runner, but a floppy excuse of an exerciser.
I keep pushing on, knowing that I haven't passed out in front of my caring asian female, the doctor or scientist, I look for another human specimen to determine if they shall be fit to take care of me should I drop dead in front of them. I pass two tall black men (not too shabby) and what appears to be athletic or slightly muscular. I bet that since they have passed me three times on the track I have run through only 2, that one of them, if not both, could pick me up, should I pass out and run me to an area where there are more people to help as one of them calls 911. I bet that they would yell for help should they need more and I bet that due to their brute strength they should be able to get me to a location where I could survive, possibly to the asians, so the doctor can check me out and the scientist can just shake his head.
I pass a number of younger white couples. I determine they are all useless. I pass two older ladies with a very old dog who I assume are lesbians (not the dog, I'm sure she is just a victim of circumstance), who have only in their late years embraced their homosexuality and are bitter for not having done so sooner or not been in an atmosphere or cultural environment where they could have, so they'd much rather enjoy their lesbianism to themselves and not be bothered thank you very much since they have time to make up for and would rather not waste a nice summer evening wondering if some sweaty girl who has obviously pushed herself too far is going to wake up from her running induced coma.
Some white guy with serious love handles (eew pull your pants up or please wear a longer shirt less revealing) and a black t shirt that is torn all the way down to his hips (I mean it is seriously a glorified large mens bib) runs really fast pass me, but then I look further down the trail to see he has slowed down, though I don't doubt his enthusiasm (he like many have passed me twice) he is obviously running a lot for show as well. I am running, just not to die whilst doing so. He will be useless to me also as he is so self consumed with showing off, I'm sure at the several pretty blonde chicks I've seen, I doubt he would notice my limp body on the ground and since I'm not blonde, I'm shit outta luck.
I wrap this up with a scattered Pakistani or Middle Eastern kind of people, most of which are NOT dressed to be exercising, and have, surprise surprise, a book in their hands while walking, or are just using the benches to sit. I bet that if I collapse around one of those benches I would get helped by the physicist, but would be shockingly awoken from my near death experience and be yanked back from the light like a bullet out of a barrell from a certain, shall we say, body aroma.
I see one girl that looks a little heavier than me, but is much prettier and blonder and her and I pass at equal intervals on the course the three times we run around. I know she'd stop if she saw my body lying limp and she'd probably enlist her community college nurse training like she'd always hoped she would and save the day. The third time we pass, I look like washed up shit on a BP oil slick beach and she looks the same as the first time I passed her. Bitch.
Even with my most recent brush with people as a bad experience (the cell phone theft incident - I will blog about some day just not today) I still think good in mostly everyone I see. I don't judge harshly, but I do enjoy trying to read a book by it's cover, it often saves time, and hell, if I'm wrong it's a pleasant surprise!
I ran for 1:13:26 today and I feel like total and utter craptastic shaky blubber. 6 minutes on 1:30 off, consistently, I did accidentally walk for about 2 minutes at one point, but half way through my run I actually ran 8 minutes without realizing, that was cool. SOOOOOOOO I ran for over an hour and I feel like I ran my maximum today. 10K +7.35 miles which is 11.8286 kilometers. This is where I draw the line, this is where I stop. This is where I do this or less and push to run harder faster for longer and get my time down. PHEW. It sucks, I am taking Friday off from running and taking in a ball game instead. My pelvis hurts, my legs hurt and my knees are screaming at my feet "Why did you let her do this! next time hide the running shoes" Feet: "don't blame us, you are closer to her head, and obviously it was in her ass since she ran so obscenely long today". I'm a running racial profiler and I imagine that my feet have conversations with my knees and other body parts to try to talk myself out of running like a crazy person.
I need another hobby.
So as I run the arboretum at UK, run.com says it is 2.45 in length to run the entire way around and today, as I push myself beyond where I think crazy has come and gone and I run consistently 6 minutes with 1:30 break in between (and I don't just casually walk - I keep walking large strides with arms swinging), 3 times around the arboretum trail. I'm sure I looked like a total spastic, not quite Phoebe from Friends, but rather I'm sure I had a "I'm going to die at any second so if you see that as you pass me and here a "phflump" on the ground, please call 911" look on my face the entire time as well as terrible posture and loud breathing.
As I run/die/walk, rinse and repeat, I profile every single person I pass. It makes the run quite interesting as I listen to Kesha "tik Tok", since I have no idea what that song is about other than it seems this "Kesha" really has no idea what it is really like to party and thinks shes good friends with P Diddy and brushes her teeth with Jack Daniels. Brushing your teeth with anything other than bleach after a hard night of partying will leave you with bad breath, something no one wants to be around including yourself, my dear. I could go on, but I need to get to the point here. So as I think about passing out and giving in to the little black dots I start seeing before my eyes at the 5 minute mark, I pass a group of Asians, looks like a small family, so I bet that at least one of them is a doctor or scientist smart enough to be able to determine my chances of living once I have passed out in front of them from running like an idiot. I bet that the female would be kind and pick up my head and try to wave air in front of me trying to get me to respond, while the "doctor" tries to feel for a pulse, and the scientist just shakes his head as he takes one look at me and realizes I am no runner, but a floppy excuse of an exerciser.
I keep pushing on, knowing that I haven't passed out in front of my caring asian female, the doctor or scientist, I look for another human specimen to determine if they shall be fit to take care of me should I drop dead in front of them. I pass two tall black men (not too shabby) and what appears to be athletic or slightly muscular. I bet that since they have passed me three times on the track I have run through only 2, that one of them, if not both, could pick me up, should I pass out and run me to an area where there are more people to help as one of them calls 911. I bet that they would yell for help should they need more and I bet that due to their brute strength they should be able to get me to a location where I could survive, possibly to the asians, so the doctor can check me out and the scientist can just shake his head.
I pass a number of younger white couples. I determine they are all useless. I pass two older ladies with a very old dog who I assume are lesbians (not the dog, I'm sure she is just a victim of circumstance), who have only in their late years embraced their homosexuality and are bitter for not having done so sooner or not been in an atmosphere or cultural environment where they could have, so they'd much rather enjoy their lesbianism to themselves and not be bothered thank you very much since they have time to make up for and would rather not waste a nice summer evening wondering if some sweaty girl who has obviously pushed herself too far is going to wake up from her running induced coma.
Some white guy with serious love handles (eew pull your pants up or please wear a longer shirt less revealing) and a black t shirt that is torn all the way down to his hips (I mean it is seriously a glorified large mens bib) runs really fast pass me, but then I look further down the trail to see he has slowed down, though I don't doubt his enthusiasm (he like many have passed me twice) he is obviously running a lot for show as well. I am running, just not to die whilst doing so. He will be useless to me also as he is so self consumed with showing off, I'm sure at the several pretty blonde chicks I've seen, I doubt he would notice my limp body on the ground and since I'm not blonde, I'm shit outta luck.
I wrap this up with a scattered Pakistani or Middle Eastern kind of people, most of which are NOT dressed to be exercising, and have, surprise surprise, a book in their hands while walking, or are just using the benches to sit. I bet that if I collapse around one of those benches I would get helped by the physicist, but would be shockingly awoken from my near death experience and be yanked back from the light like a bullet out of a barrell from a certain, shall we say, body aroma.
I see one girl that looks a little heavier than me, but is much prettier and blonder and her and I pass at equal intervals on the course the three times we run around. I know she'd stop if she saw my body lying limp and she'd probably enlist her community college nurse training like she'd always hoped she would and save the day. The third time we pass, I look like washed up shit on a BP oil slick beach and she looks the same as the first time I passed her. Bitch.
Even with my most recent brush with people as a bad experience (the cell phone theft incident - I will blog about some day just not today) I still think good in mostly everyone I see. I don't judge harshly, but I do enjoy trying to read a book by it's cover, it often saves time, and hell, if I'm wrong it's a pleasant surprise!
I ran for 1:13:26 today and I feel like total and utter craptastic shaky blubber. 6 minutes on 1:30 off, consistently, I did accidentally walk for about 2 minutes at one point, but half way through my run I actually ran 8 minutes without realizing, that was cool. SOOOOOOOO I ran for over an hour and I feel like I ran my maximum today. 10K +7.35 miles which is 11.8286 kilometers. This is where I draw the line, this is where I stop. This is where I do this or less and push to run harder faster for longer and get my time down. PHEW. It sucks, I am taking Friday off from running and taking in a ball game instead. My pelvis hurts, my legs hurt and my knees are screaming at my feet "Why did you let her do this! next time hide the running shoes" Feet: "don't blame us, you are closer to her head, and obviously it was in her ass since she ran so obscenely long today". I'm a running racial profiler and I imagine that my feet have conversations with my knees and other body parts to try to talk myself out of running like a crazy person.
I need another hobby.
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