I laced up the Asics for a chilly nine miler this morning. With gusty winds and temps in the 40's, I wisely chose a pair of shorts and long sleeve tech tee in which to scamper. I'm pretty sure one of my nipples froze off and fell by the wayside around mile three. It'll grow back, right?
As usual, the run had it's oh so good moments, along with it's not so good moments. They went something like this:
Low: Damn, my nipple just froze off and fell out of my shirt. (This, of course is a fictionalization and my nipples are actually both still intact, but very angry.)
High: Yes! My Ipod and Garmin are fully charged. Van Halen's belting out "Jump" and I'm feelin' like a gazelle. (Which, I am not.)
High: Mile two, a lovely brown horse lies in a patch of sun warming himself. How cute is that?
Low: Fu@# seriously? I thought I was at mile three and it's only mile two? Who gives a shit about the horse. I want it to be mile THREE!
High: Hey look! There's Faye and Christine out for their morning run. They're so cool.
Low: As I caught up with Faye who was lagging behind Christine, I say, "Hey I'm sneakin' up on you" (so that I don't startle her as I go by) and pretty much scare the ever loving shitcakes out of her. Oops. My bad.
Low: Body hair management is a running necessity that I never even considered before tackling longer distances. It's something to be taken seriously. Two words, MAJOR CHAFING. I will not elaborate further.
High: Once upon a time, I remember Mendy the Hottie Neighbor and I using the words, "Dig deep" to get through our first 8 mile run. Today, my eighth mile was my best, and I felt strong. (Despite the chafing.)
High: The plank a days are working. My core is strengthening. I might even be holding myself up a little straighter and not looking like I'm about to dry heave and fall over. This is a good thing.
High: Somewhere around mile five, I found (cognitively speaking) the 'villain' I'd been working on for my book. This is HUGE. I've been stuck trying to work out the kinks of the last quarter chunk of the story, and all of a sudden, WHAM... the thought hit me! I can't wait to sit down and sketch out this new character. Eek!
High: I'm tired... that good kind of tired you get from working hard. I'm in my pj's, and Sid's coming over to scrapdrink for ten hours or so. This is an excellent day.