By the end of the day yesterday, I really was not in the mindset to go work out. Thankfully, I had already made plans to go running with my friend and she was on her way before I could cancel. By the time I finished setting up for my bosses meeting, changing locations, resetting the meeting, notified attendees, scanned a document and made reservations for people who adamantly denied having any need of my services after 5:30 it was 5:51. I had just enough time to change and pee before meeting my friend outside for our run.
I was glad that I went, but more glad that I was late because she had to go to a practice and did not have time to run with me. That meant I did not have to run on pace and could keep it mellow for 3 or 4 miles and go home. I decided to run the inner loop that encompasses the ball field. I usually don't run there because it is sand and while that may be good for the knees, it is terrible for my calves. I ran about a mile before they started screaming and at about the 1.5 mark I realized that i was barely moving. That is when it dawned on me, "You idiot, you don't have to run in here. Just go out and run the road course." It was one of those "Ah-ha" moments. Unfortunately, it was soon followed by my infamous paranoia.
My next thoughts were something like this:
Oh, God, I left my phone in the car. I never leave my phone. What if I have an emergency? Is that guy following me? I wonder if someone could be hiding in these bushes. Would I have enough energy at this point to even fight off an attack. I hope they don't go for my wedding ring. Look around. Keep alert. Eye of the tiger. I don't want to be that girl who wanders off and gets hurt. I never wander off...Oooo, that's pretty. I wonder what is over there. (This all happened in less than a minute. I swear.)
I ran about another mile and as I was running I noticed a few things.
1. I run a lot happier and better on a hard surface. I really wish I knew where I could find a rubber track.
2. I run faster when I see fat people. I know it may not be the right thing to say, but it is true. They inspire me to get it together.
3. I also run better when I pass people who look "kind of" fit. I refuse to let them think they are more fit or better than I am. This group includes guys standing around like they are in planning to work out, those hardcore walkers and women who may need to get there shorts just one size larger next time.
4. I am annoyed by extremely fit people. I do not find them motivational because typically when I am running and considering whether my fear of heat stroke is warranted, that level of fitness seems unattainable and they are just a reminder of how out of shape I have gotten. This is especially true for the pregnant woman that I say walking yesterday. Really, lady? It is like 100 degrees and you are out here walking pregnant. Give me a break. At least go walk in the mall somewhere. I am sure your overpriced downtown condo has a treadmill somewhere.
5. I really do not like when men where women's jeans. It has nothing to do with sexual orientation. I just think that they look retarded and can do better. They just never fit quite right and fit is everything.
Shortly after that last revelation, I decided to call it a day. Mainly because I had just smashed what had to be the 4000th bug off my shoulders and face. I was officially over it, but my advice to all who are feeling kind of blah about your work out plans is simple.
Try going to the park. It worked for me.
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