Even when I did it all the time, I never became a very fast runner. But man! I loved running. Even when I hated running,...Read More
A Beautiful Day for a Run
I ate 300 extra calories yesterday and slept for almost 12 hours, so I expected to have the Best Run Ever™ this morning.
Shows you what I know.
The internal experience of my run was like this:
“Really? Only one minute and 40 seconds? Three minutes feels like FOREVER.”
“My stupid left headphone is busted. Damn it! I just got these headphones.”
“I’m so slow. I thought heavy lifting was supposed to make my running better.”
“My pants are falling down. I think my running clothes are too big. But I don’t know. I mean, I looked so much better in this outfit a year ago.”
“Shit! This water fountain isn’t working either. I am SO thirsty.”
“It’s so nice out. I should be enjoying this. Why am I not enjoying this?”
“My new shoes feel pretty good… my feet are cold, though.”
“Her ponytail is pretty. I wish my hair was thicker.”
“My head is full of snot. I hate cedar season. We should have stayed in California.”
“I’m so slow. F*ck it. I’m walking.”
“Oh. My. God. Am I crying? What the hell is happening?!”
“Didn’t I used to be tougher than this? Is it ’cause of the cold? Maybe it’s my stupid thyroid. I HOPE it’s my thyroid. Otherwise, I just suck.”
“Something’s gone horribly wrong.”
Then Dave appeared and we walked to the car.
“Hey! I just got a new agenda for the day,” he said, looking at his iPhone. “Says here that you’re going to eat breakfast at Habanero then you’re watching movies on the couch or in bed for the rest of the day. That’s what it says here, so… that’s what’s happening.”
And that’s what’s happening.