I started my *official* Ragnar training this week. The training schedule lists that I would run for 15 minutes at a time, three times a week. My first run went just fine. It was slow and I was unhappy about that, but I did it. My second run of the week was yesterday morning. It started out great. I did a warm-up walk for five minutes and then the plan was to pick up the pace for the next fifteen.
I felt good for about the first five minutes and then the whole "Why am I doing this? This is hard!" kind of stuff started running laps in my brain. I looked at my Garmin to check the time...I had run for about eight minutes. Awesome! I am half way done! I struggled up a long, but honestly not-big-at-all hill. I checked the time again. It read about a minute after I checked the last time. Weird. This really sucks. I vowed to not check it again until I got to the corner. I dragged my arse to the corner and looked again. I don't even know what the fuck it said. All I know is that I wasn't even close to my fifteen minutes...what the fuck. I quit running. I started to walk. I was pissed. How could it take me *that* long to run all the way here?!?!
On further examination of my Garmin, it would seem as though my bionic left boob hit one of the display buttons AND the start/stop button while I was running...hmph.
Showing posts with label running. Show all posts
Showing posts with label running. Show all posts
The First Mile Marker
The first would be *back on the training schedule*, (except I don't really do schedules) mile rocked my face off. I took it slow and did it on the elliptical machine. I layered it between both the recumbent and the upright stationary bikes. It was bliss.
I love running (or even pretending to run on the elliptical machine). I love the fact that running is hard to do. I like it that I'm unable to text while I run, or read my book. It's just me, with myself and the tunes. I like pushing myself hard, past the point of pain and into vast physical numbness and complete mental strength. I especially liked it today when I got to .98 miles and I was sad. I wanted those last .02 miles go as slow as possible. I liked leaving the gym exhausted, sweaty, and having completely given it my all. I like it that not everyone is a 'runner' and I'm happy to say that I *am* a runner. Look out Half Marathon...I'm gonna run you!
I love running (or even pretending to run on the elliptical machine). I love the fact that running is hard to do. I like it that I'm unable to text while I run, or read my book. It's just me, with myself and the tunes. I like pushing myself hard, past the point of pain and into vast physical numbness and complete mental strength. I especially liked it today when I got to .98 miles and I was sad. I wanted those last .02 miles go as slow as possible. I liked leaving the gym exhausted, sweaty, and having completely given it my all. I like it that not everyone is a 'runner' and I'm happy to say that I *am* a runner. Look out Half Marathon...I'm gonna run you!
Star Von Bear
Just the other day I received a copy of the autobiography of Star Von Bunny from my sister. For those of you who aren't familiar with Star Von Bunny, she is a beautiful bunny who became a top model. I read about her adventures and stardom and immediately fell in love with her. Imagine my surprise when on my run this morning I see laying in the side of the road her cousin, Star Von Bear.
I was on my four mile run. I was tired and sore. I was stiff and hurting, mentally exhausted. There she was, laying there in the gutter on the corner County Road 9 and Vicksburg. I saw her and my heart ached, but I ran past. I had a run to do. I had things to get to. I had goals to achieve and places to be. I NEEDED this run.
Stride after stride I could not get her off my mind. Who's bear was she? Why was she there? How did she get lost? Is someone looking for her? I struggled to my half-way marker and I knew I would have to stop and see her on my way back.
She looked tired. She was dirty and sad, long forgotten and quite a bit mad. She was hurt, hungry, and confused. She needed a hug, a kind word, a bath, and a meal. I picked her up slowly so I wouldn't hurt her anymore. I held her gingerly and decided to bring her home.
The trip was difficult at first. I held her little, dirty body out away from mine. I was afraid of her filth. I didn't want the mud and the sand against me. I had my cutest running shirt on and what if she stained it? What if she dripped on my shoes? And as I ran and thought of her life and where I found her, what she had been through....I gripped her against my chest. I held her tight to tell her that I was happy to have found her. I wanted to let her know that she would be okay. I would take care of her. I would clean her up. I would hug her. I would laugh with her and let her sleep in my bed. I will love her.
To the little girl or boy who lost Star Von Bear at the corner of County Road 9 and Vicksburg: I found her. I know she's not "mine" and I will love her for you until you need her again.
I was on my four mile run. I was tired and sore. I was stiff and hurting, mentally exhausted. There she was, laying there in the gutter on the corner County Road 9 and Vicksburg. I saw her and my heart ached, but I ran past. I had a run to do. I had things to get to. I had goals to achieve and places to be. I NEEDED this run.
Stride after stride I could not get her off my mind. Who's bear was she? Why was she there? How did she get lost? Is someone looking for her? I struggled to my half-way marker and I knew I would have to stop and see her on my way back.
She looked tired. She was dirty and sad, long forgotten and quite a bit mad. She was hurt, hungry, and confused. She needed a hug, a kind word, a bath, and a meal. I picked her up slowly so I wouldn't hurt her anymore. I held her gingerly and decided to bring her home.
The trip was difficult at first. I held her little, dirty body out away from mine. I was afraid of her filth. I didn't want the mud and the sand against me. I had my cutest running shirt on and what if she stained it? What if she dripped on my shoes? And as I ran and thought of her life and where I found her, what she had been through....I gripped her against my chest. I held her tight to tell her that I was happy to have found her. I wanted to let her know that she would be okay. I would take care of her. I would clean her up. I would hug her. I would laugh with her and let her sleep in my bed. I will love her.
To the little girl or boy who lost Star Von Bear at the corner of County Road 9 and Vicksburg: I found her. I know she's not "mine" and I will love her for you until you need her again.
