I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted by that last post. I cannot believe the number of words I spent moaning about not having a "fun" group. I can't even believe I actually wrote those words—except yes, I can, because I have actually met me.
And before we get back to me, I do want to mention our running family friend Stephanie, who has been relegated to the elliptical due to what it turns out seems to be a minor injury. Yippee!! (I mean not yippee that she's injured, yippee that it's not serious. Oh, you know what I mean.)
So, not to get all sloppy or anything, but yeah, you ALL reminded me, one way or another, that I actually already have a fantasticamally fun group I run with. All of you. Only we don't run together all the time. Or ever. But still. You're all there, bringing me back from Planet Jeanne.
So meanwhile, today it was twenty-seven-eleven-hundred degrees out. No, really. Topped 100. And I ran at 7 a.m. But the spectacular part is that I ran—are you ready for this?—WATCHLESS~!
That's akin to saying I ran topless.
I thought I had my watch in my backpack and then I remembered, no it was home, so that I could diligently enter all its little numbers into my training log over at cool running (cool, my ass. Do they know what's going on out there???)
This was my first time (the virgin metaphor again!) going watchless, and I felt, well, kind of naked.
I ran my usual four miles and I have absolutely no idea how fast or slow I went. Ok, I'm exaggerating. I have some idea. I did look at the clock before and after, but that's including cool-down and warm-up and stretching.
But whatever.
Point is, after all the whining and moaning about the whole pace group thing, I think it's slightly ironic, if not downright Freudian, that I forgot the watch.
It was very freeing.
Imagine how freeing if I actually did run naked.
And with that scary thought, I bid you good night.
6 comments:
Re: running naked - I am always so envious when I see a man run by with his shirt off. Running in a bra isn't the same - still all that bouncing, though I have to say I'd rather be with the bouncing than without it - but still, it must be nice to be able to run like that ...
Nice blog.
OOooh I am wincing at the thought of running topless - I'm not v. big but my running 'foundation garment' is practically steel reinforced LOL. No bouncing for me!! (even after my bub I pathetically try to delay gravity). I can only go watchless if I know the distance I'm doing, otherwise, ummm, I am sure I would give up much earlier than with the 'only a minute more' carrot in front of my nose.
And yay for you to be running in this heat, at 7am yet. It's winter here so any a.m. running is done at the gym b/c I am a wuss. Have a good day
LBTEPA
Yay for you ditching that watch. And thanks for the shoutout. I really feel the love on this community.
I am having a hard time finding the right words to express my great pleasure in (a) remembering the times I forgot my watch and (b) the times I've run barefoot at the beach almost naked. Both are very liberating and memorable. You're onto something there.
The first time I forgot my watch, I actually counted my steps and converted them into seconds, minutes, etc. Every step. Yeah, I totally don't have a problem.
Good for you though, sometimes we just have to leave the technology at home and run!
I just found your blog (in a very round-about way)and I must say, you are hilarious...really. I think I peed a little (is it contagious?!) going back through some of your archived posts :-)
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