Nope, I’m not dead. I’m just really bad at blogging about anything interesting in the midst of a break up. I thought I would spare you my mopey, whiny, depressed posts and wait until I could actually compose myself.
Well baby I’m back.
So I went for a run yesterday afternoon in the lovely 76 degree weather. Yes, we are quite spoiled here in NC because, yes, it was 76 degrees mid November. I’m still trying to keep myself out of the funk that I’ve been in and exercising seems to help. (Please reference Legally Blonde regarding endorphins making you happy.)
Generally I run with music because:
1) I need something to distract me from my body screaming at me to stop 2) I like music and it usually puts me in a good mood and
3) I listen to “sexy” music to motivate myself so that I’m super hot the next time a guy sees me naked
Yesterday I just WAS NOT in the mood to listen to any kind of music. I couldn’t force myself to put the earbuds in and get the music going so I didn’t. I just resigned myself to a crappy short unmotivated run and got to it. And then something amazing happened. I ran longer than I ever have since I started this whole “I’m going to try to learn how to run” quest that I’ve been on. Maybe it was just a fluke…but I actually really enjoyed it. I could concentrate on breathing and giving myself a pep talk about how it really wasn’t that bad, my legs didn’t hurt that bad and that maybe running was really mostly a mental mind game.
Also, it didn’t hurt that I was super aware of my surroundings and less worried about getting hit by a car because I could actually hear the cars…even though by the end I could barely hear anything over the sound of my huffing and puffing. I may have severely frightened a lady taking a casual stroll through the neighborhood. I was still a good ¼ block behind her when she turned around to see what was behind her with a horrified look on her face…I must have looked pretty rough with my bright red face probably making a terrible expression as I tried to keep the air pumping in and out of my lungs. Now THAT is SEXY...lol. She promptly moved to the edge of the sidewalk to let me pass…very polite except that I run so slow it was quite awkward by the time I passed her. Thanks for making it painfully aware that what I consider running is probably quite an overstatement lady!
Also, it didn’t hurt that I was super aware of my surroundings and less worried about getting hit by a car because I could actually hear the cars…even though by the end I could barely hear anything over the sound of my huffing and puffing. I may have severely frightened a lady taking a casual stroll through the neighborhood. I was still a good ¼ block behind her when she turned around to see what was behind her with a horrified look on her face…I must have looked pretty rough with my bright red face probably making a terrible expression as I tried to keep the air pumping in and out of my lungs. Now THAT is SEXY...lol. She promptly moved to the edge of the sidewalk to let me pass…very polite except that I run so slow it was quite awkward by the time I passed her. Thanks for making it painfully aware that what I consider running is probably quite an overstatement lady!
Lastly, what made my run so awesome was the massive amount of squirrels in my neighborhood. I counted 10 in just one yard...and cute rodents apparently make me happy.
Side note: How do these runners swallow and not mess up their breathing rhythm? When I run it’s like my mouth’s saliva production goes into overdrive so I constantly have to swallow and it always messes my breathing up. Maybe I’m just not that coordinated but I really gotta work on that.
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