So I've been running for six weeks. Average number of runs each week usually about three. And usually on a weekday during my lunch hour. Last week was a bad week. Bad, bad, bad week for me. ONE single, crappy, slow, pain-filled run. I've done a total of 13 runs and 23 miles in these six weeks. My average pace is about 12 minutes per mile, and my average distance is about 1.7 miles per run. My fastest 5K was 40:34...well it's been my only 5K that I've run completely. So tis my running stats.
Why do you run? And all out in the heat and humid and junks. I run because I got the Nike+ app and created this blog. That's what keeps me motivated at least. So I'd have something to blog about because we all know how my dating blog went. Actually, I could have kept the dating blog going BUT it was not something I was good at committing myself to yet. The male is still my enemy. But maybe I could have turned that infamous dating blog into a blog along the lines: How to be the worst female date ever. Or how to be the cynical, rude, judgmental, shallow female date. I'll consider that later perhaps. But really, I run because it's cheap therapy. I run because I don't want my body to crumble under the stress, pressure, and craziness of my life. I run because it's one of the only commitments I could make right now that seems right, fits right, and doesn't cost me too much (i.e cost me money, cost me my heart, cost me my time, etc etc). I run because I love the burn of a upward hill, the heat of the sun, and the sting in my lungs when I get past the worst part of my run which is the beginning. I run for the scenery. Like the rabbit that jumped right in the middle of my path today.
I was getting past the mile and a half mark and BAM! The little bundle of fur hops out of the tangled branches of bushes and small leaves of ferns right in front of me. I think he was about 20 feet in front of me. I see him and I think, "Oh a rabbit. He'll move..." He doesn't move. Just looks back at me, ears perked up, eyes big and glossy. I'm getting closer. He is STILL sitting there in the middle of my path. It was kind of creepy the way it was staring at me. So now I'm trying to see if there's any foam evident and I'm slowing down. I shoo at it, waving my arms and kicking up some pebbles. He just sits and stares. I refuse to stop. No EXCUSES. Rabies or not. Finally he jumps back into the bushes. When I'm about five feet away from him. I run by those bushes with as much speed as I can muster. I was having serious visions of said rabbit jumping back out again this time trying to bite or nibble my ankles or something. So far, on my runs, I've met Mr. Cuteness, Mr. and Mrs. WeWillLoveEachOtherForever, and Mr. Jack Rabbit. Who will I meet next? The possibilities!!
Well, I've been doing pretty good at keeping up with my runs. Kind of good. It's better than NOT running or doing anything. But my weakness. Food. What kind? ALL OF IT! My appetite has been insatiable lately. Don't know what it is but I'm always hungry or thirsty.
Also, quick tangent. I saw Man of Steel Saturday.
Why do you run? And all out in the heat and humid and junks. I run because I got the Nike+ app and created this blog. That's what keeps me motivated at least. So I'd have something to blog about because we all know how my dating blog went. Actually, I could have kept the dating blog going BUT it was not something I was good at committing myself to yet. The male is still my enemy. But maybe I could have turned that infamous dating blog into a blog along the lines: How to be the worst female date ever. Or how to be the cynical, rude, judgmental, shallow female date. I'll consider that later perhaps. But really, I run because it's cheap therapy. I run because I don't want my body to crumble under the stress, pressure, and craziness of my life. I run because it's one of the only commitments I could make right now that seems right, fits right, and doesn't cost me too much (i.e cost me money, cost me my heart, cost me my time, etc etc). I run because I love the burn of a upward hill, the heat of the sun, and the sting in my lungs when I get past the worst part of my run which is the beginning. I run for the scenery. Like the rabbit that jumped right in the middle of my path today.
I was getting past the mile and a half mark and BAM! The little bundle of fur hops out of the tangled branches of bushes and small leaves of ferns right in front of me. I think he was about 20 feet in front of me. I see him and I think, "Oh a rabbit. He'll move..." He doesn't move. Just looks back at me, ears perked up, eyes big and glossy. I'm getting closer. He is STILL sitting there in the middle of my path. It was kind of creepy the way it was staring at me. So now I'm trying to see if there's any foam evident and I'm slowing down. I shoo at it, waving my arms and kicking up some pebbles. He just sits and stares. I refuse to stop. No EXCUSES. Rabies or not. Finally he jumps back into the bushes. When I'm about five feet away from him. I run by those bushes with as much speed as I can muster. I was having serious visions of said rabbit jumping back out again this time trying to bite or nibble my ankles or something. So far, on my runs, I've met Mr. Cuteness, Mr. and Mrs. WeWillLoveEachOtherForever, and Mr. Jack Rabbit. Who will I meet next? The possibilities!!
Well, I've been doing pretty good at keeping up with my runs. Kind of good. It's better than NOT running or doing anything. But my weakness. Food. What kind? ALL OF IT! My appetite has been insatiable lately. Don't know what it is but I'm always hungry or thirsty.
Also, quick tangent. I saw Man of Steel Saturday.
Okay. Batman. Bruce Wayne. I'm so sorry guys but I think I've fallen for Superman...Mr. Clark Kent. I mean, wowsers. Those shoulders, calves, and teeth! Have I mentioned how I'm a big fan of nice shoulders, calves and teeth? Gorgeous. Oh, dear. Excuse my drool, please.
Alright, tangent done. Anywho. More runs to come. Hope everyone's Monday didn't suck too bad. Mine was not too bad. Happy running and OUT!
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