Catch Up

Some days, I don’t feel like writing.  Last week was a low point — migraine headaches, muscle aches and pains — oh my.  But I got my 10.5 mile long run done (and a fiver and a three in there as well) — and today I face my 3 miles.  On a treadmill.  Because I forgot to bring a jacket or even a hat to help with the downpour that’s just about to happen.

Tomorrow, I’ll log another 3 miles (maybe also on a treadmill, depending on what sort of runwear I can put together) — but on Thursday I’ll run a 5 mile Turkey Trot!


What the fuck was that?

Today, I worked from home, which meant I ate a delicious meal of gluten free oatmeal, peanut butter, a drop of maple syrup and some brown sugar. I adore oatmeal more than I can say — what an amazing piece of a runner’s diet!  I just wish I had discovered it before the age of 35!

  I had my noon time run around 12:15, and got in 3.3 miles — even though it was chilly and I was, once again, cranky.  I wore tights, a long sleeved shirt, my Calorimetry headband.

I got my miles in — they were weird and awful in their own way as I adjusted to all the new sensations — the long sleeved shirt, the long running tights — the added attention because of the first two — and I’ve decided to add what I’ll call a “more intense decency layer.”

All in all, I got it done.

And now, the explanation for the blog name — while Darren went out, for some reason, I just . .. ran up and down my hallway, in my socks, for about 12 minutes.

I have no clue why I did that – what the fuck WAS that??

3 not-so pretty miles

So, I left the office with a plan of where I was going to run and how it was going to go.

I promptly changed that plan for many reasons — from “I don’t feel like running past x” to “I don’t like hill Y.”  What I ended up running was this funky . . weave sort of pattern through Lawrenceville and Bloomfield. 

They weren’t pretty, but they are complete!  Here it is, Thursday, and I’m at 12 miles so far this week.


Evening Jaunt

Today at work I got myself into a semi-productive groove.  These days, semi-productive is super-productive because there’s just a constant stream of interruption I’ve not been deft at dealing with, but it’s really ok — part of the finesse of what I’m trying to do lies exactly in those distractions.

Be that as it may, I kept bouncing back and forth on when I was going to get my run in, and finally settled on it would just be best at night.  I did almost go back on that when there was a 2 PM meeting that was cancelled, but really – I was getting stuff done!  Anyway, I got home, changed into my shorts and short sleeved shirt, and hit the pavement of Morningside for a run that took me up some challenging hills and afforded me an absolutely breathtaking view.  I should have thought of taking a picture.

After taking the time off, I’m sure I did the right thing, because instead of running my planned 3 miles, I ran closer to 4, and on streets without much traffic. That was very important to me today, given that I was nearly killed crossing the street to my bus stop this morning.  Seriously, I would have been dead if I wasn’t so hyper aware and freaked out at aluminium murder machines running on the bones of dead T-Rexes piloted by the Average American (shudder).