Just as I was slowly coming down from my triathlon high, this e-mail landed in my inbox:
I helpfully circled the part in red that you should carefully read. And in case you can't read it, it says "Introducing the Best of the Blogs. Jeanne Not Born to Run, blah blah blah.
You could have knocked me over with a feather.
Title Nine Sports asked me a while ago if they could feature one of my posts in their new blog, Take Timeout With Title Nine. Who's gonna say no to a request like that? Of course!! I said yes and promptly forgot about it.
A few days ago I got a note letting me know that the blog would be up and running soon. That's nice, I thought. The next thing I know, I'm on Title Nine's homepage, and in their newsletter!
This kind of stuff NEVER HAPPENS TO ME!
There's even a cherry on top: A nice Title Nine gift card.
So there is my 15 minutes of fame. And lest you think I'm a total tool for fawning over them, let me direct you to a long-ago post where I actually wrote about Title Nine and their great bras, on my own initiative, before they gave me stuff. They seriously do have the best bras around, with a cute little barbell rating system. (The more barbells, the bigger the girls, with the less bounce.)
In less exciting developments, I have declared all-out war on running. I am determined to get better at running, and to eliminate taking walk breaks FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER. I mean there's nothing wrong with walking, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with run/walking or walk/running, except that I don't want to take walk breaks. Only I must want to because I'm constantly walking during my runs. Except I honestly don't want to walk. So then why do I KEEP WALKING during runs?!?!?!? (SEE? Like that. Constantly. In. My. Brain.)
So here's my plan: I am going to run 3 miles over and over and over again until I get over the urge to walk, and I don't care if it takes me the rest of my life.
Today was day 2 of run/no walk 3 miles. So far, so good!