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Oct. 21st, 2010 07:05 pmWeird day at work. Won't say more than that right now, but... I don't even know what to do.
But! But! But! I ran again today, which makes - six? seven? - times now. Even though I went for a serious, hardcore drive-to-the-top-of-what-passes-for-a-mountain-here and then some hike yesterday and taught this morning (dove into class considerably more than usual, 'cause I'm feeling equal parts doughy and vain), I ran for an additional half mile. All told, I did four miles. Don't think for a moment I'm not counting the half mile warm-up walk. My feet were moving. My core was engaged. It counts.
My legs were wobbly and tired, but I had decided on this course and I was damned sure going to stick to it. Nature took pity on me, and shunted off the rain showers until well after I was done. Gorgeous weather. Cool, but not so much I couldn't run in capris and a tank top. Windy, but no so much I was weeping at the injustice of added resistance. Red and gold leaves spiraled down to the path; the scent of autumn was in the air. It was like running to Rivendell.
Dammit. Now I want lembas. I know... that's a Lothlórien thing. Whatever. I'm still going to bake some, one of these days, and serve it with piping hot klah.
Anyway, I ran 3.5 miles in 38 minutes. Not completely sucky, but not great. Truth be told, I'm not entirely sure why I'm hung up on speed. It's not as if I'm in a competition. I just expect better from myself, even when I know I'm not yet capable of it.
I'll keep it up as long as I can, by which I mean 'until it gets too freakin' cold.' Still no word on adult figure skating classes. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
It's discouraging that my body still looks nothing like THAT. *points to icon* What will it take? Two more runs? Three? Please don't tell me I need to give up butter. Or beer at MDRF this weekend. Or shrimp shooters, pork chop on a stick, crab cake sandwich...
But! But! But! I ran again today, which makes - six? seven? - times now. Even though I went for a serious, hardcore drive-to-the-top-of-what-passes-for-a-mountain-here and then some hike yesterday and taught this morning (dove into class considerably more than usual, 'cause I'm feeling equal parts doughy and vain), I ran for an additional half mile. All told, I did four miles. Don't think for a moment I'm not counting the half mile warm-up walk. My feet were moving. My core was engaged. It counts.
My legs were wobbly and tired, but I had decided on this course and I was damned sure going to stick to it. Nature took pity on me, and shunted off the rain showers until well after I was done. Gorgeous weather. Cool, but not so much I couldn't run in capris and a tank top. Windy, but no so much I was weeping at the injustice of added resistance. Red and gold leaves spiraled down to the path; the scent of autumn was in the air. It was like running to Rivendell.
Dammit. Now I want lembas. I know... that's a Lothlórien thing. Whatever. I'm still going to bake some, one of these days, and serve it with piping hot klah.
Anyway, I ran 3.5 miles in 38 minutes. Not completely sucky, but not great. Truth be told, I'm not entirely sure why I'm hung up on speed. It's not as if I'm in a competition. I just expect better from myself, even when I know I'm not yet capable of it.
I'll keep it up as long as I can, by which I mean 'until it gets too freakin' cold.' Still no word on adult figure skating classes. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
It's discouraging that my body still looks nothing like THAT. *points to icon* What will it take? Two more runs? Three? Please don't tell me I need to give up butter. Or beer at MDRF this weekend. Or shrimp shooters, pork chop on a stick, crab cake sandwich...
