Today I decided to give the electronic solid BPM music a rest and listen to something else.
Don't get me wrong I LIKE the bpm music and it has definitely helped me in my running journey but today I needed to hear something else.
The sad thing is I can not put my ipod on shuffle. I'm a Theater Geek/Bun Head so every other song would either be a show tune, music to plie to or a cello concerto not exaclty the BEST music for running.
SO I delved into my "world music" and chose Dancehall. I love Dancehall, I mean I REALLY love Dancehall but I don't recommend trying to do the Dutty Wine while running, neither would the older gentleman on the bike I nearly knocked over.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
2 Things I like about running
Yes, I have actually found things to LIKE about running.
Number 1-SOLITUDE! Running is the only time during my day when I am completely and utterly alone. Sure I pass other people but I don't have to give a rat's scrotum about them if I don't want to. I can look right through, pass right by them. I don't but if I WANTED to I could. I don't have to take care of anyone or listen to them or work with them or teach them or cook, clean, referee...I don't have to do ANY of that. My most important task is making sure I don't take a digger in the middle of the trail.
Number 2-GAS! I don't have to worry about it. Mine or anyone else's.
The rest pretty much sucks.
Number 1-SOLITUDE! Running is the only time during my day when I am completely and utterly alone. Sure I pass other people but I don't have to give a rat's scrotum about them if I don't want to. I can look right through, pass right by them. I don't but if I WANTED to I could. I don't have to take care of anyone or listen to them or work with them or teach them or cook, clean, referee...I don't have to do ANY of that. My most important task is making sure I don't take a digger in the middle of the trail.
Number 2-GAS! I don't have to worry about it. Mine or anyone else's.
The rest pretty much sucks.
Monday, July 18, 2011
The other day I was at my brother's house and I casually mentioned that I was "running now". He gave me a plaintive look, placed one hand on his shoulder and the other at the end of his hip and shook his head. It's our unspoken way of saying, "We are descendants of the People With Exceptionally Long Torsos and under very few circumstances should we ever run." I just sighed and nodded.
It is true, I have an unusually long torso and short legs. When I sit down I look like I should be much taller when I stand up but, alas, I am not. Being "long waisted", which is the PC term for my affliction, never really bothers me except for when I buy pants or bathing suits or overalls or leotards or shirts and when I run. YES run! Think about it; my short little legs have to propel a much longer & heavier torso than most people of my height. I should have a special category when I run. You know split up those long legged runner types & us long torso'd rock chucker types.
Anyhow, kicked the shit outta 5 miles yesterday. Pretty proud of that. It sucked ALL the way out and only part of the way back. I almost enjoy the IDEA of running home. I tell you when I can SEE the end it's like Christmas morning with an Easy Bake Oven AND a Snoopy Snow Cone Machine under the tree! Of course Christmas morning with sweat dripping down my butt crack but then again the idea of Christmas with my family does make me break out into a sweat.
Remember way back when I said that when I passed other running people they didn't smile or say good morning? Well I figured out why. Well BESIDES the acute pain and loss of breath. It's the official "running person's" greeting. Yeah like when you see two motorcycles pass each other and they do that low secret fist out to the side thing that they think us schlubs in cars can't see? Runners just sort of look each other up & down and think to themselves "I'm runner farther/faster/harder than you!" It's true. Or at least that's what I believe to be true as I'm running but whose to say what I'm actually thinking because the loss of oxygen to my brain, because it's too busy focusing on my short limbs, makes me think crazy things.
It is true, I have an unusually long torso and short legs. When I sit down I look like I should be much taller when I stand up but, alas, I am not. Being "long waisted", which is the PC term for my affliction, never really bothers me except for when I buy pants or bathing suits or overalls or leotards or shirts and when I run. YES run! Think about it; my short little legs have to propel a much longer & heavier torso than most people of my height. I should have a special category when I run. You know split up those long legged runner types & us long torso'd rock chucker types.
Anyhow, kicked the shit outta 5 miles yesterday. Pretty proud of that. It sucked ALL the way out and only part of the way back. I almost enjoy the IDEA of running home. I tell you when I can SEE the end it's like Christmas morning with an Easy Bake Oven AND a Snoopy Snow Cone Machine under the tree! Of course Christmas morning with sweat dripping down my butt crack but then again the idea of Christmas with my family does make me break out into a sweat.
Remember way back when I said that when I passed other running people they didn't smile or say good morning? Well I figured out why. Well BESIDES the acute pain and loss of breath. It's the official "running person's" greeting. Yeah like when you see two motorcycles pass each other and they do that low secret fist out to the side thing that they think us schlubs in cars can't see? Runners just sort of look each other up & down and think to themselves "I'm runner farther/faster/harder than you!" It's true. Or at least that's what I believe to be true as I'm running but whose to say what I'm actually thinking because the loss of oxygen to my brain, because it's too busy focusing on my short limbs, makes me think crazy things.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Time Traveler
I would like a Time Machine so I can travel back and find the first human who came up with the idea of running for "pleasure".
I would like to talk with them. I bet you thought I was going to say, "Hit them with a hammer" or "A 10 lb bag of potatoes" but NO I'd just like to have a chat with them. Maybe a chat over coffee and a danish or a nice buttered roll. I'd like to actually show them what pleasurable IS. It wouldn't take much to convince them that huffing and puffing "for fun" sucks rocks. Big, dirty, found-in-the-sewer type rocks.
WHO was the brainiac that decided to take a survival instinct to an whole new level? How did it happen? Were they running away from a wild boar and sometime after the boar collapsed from boredom they decided "Hey! I'm going to wear tiny satin shorts and rubber soled shoes and run just for fun as sweat drips off the end of my nose!"
Was it the Ancient Greeks? I'd like to blame it on them ONLY because I happened to run right by the owner of the local Greek Diner on the trail this morning. He was drinking a cup of coffee. That peeved me. He was also dressed in slacks, button down shirt and black dress shoes. I admire that as he had about 2 miles to go to get to the diner. I REALLY wanted the coffee though. It just hit me that he must have a supply of those pretty blue Greek Dinner paper coffee cups at his house. How cool is that? I love those cups.
Anyway I digress.
Today was a lovely day for a run. Don't get too excited, it's a lovely day for ANYTHING but running is what I did first thing in the AM. It was a MUCH better run than Tuesday. I need to remember that lack of sleep and crappy food effect me almost immediately. I kind of miss those days when I could stay up for 24 hours eating bacon cheeseburgers. OK so I could never stay awake for 24 hours but I there was a time when eating a bacon cheese burger had no ill effects on me. Of course I was 8 at the time.
I would like to talk with them. I bet you thought I was going to say, "Hit them with a hammer" or "A 10 lb bag of potatoes" but NO I'd just like to have a chat with them. Maybe a chat over coffee and a danish or a nice buttered roll. I'd like to actually show them what pleasurable IS. It wouldn't take much to convince them that huffing and puffing "for fun" sucks rocks. Big, dirty, found-in-the-sewer type rocks.
WHO was the brainiac that decided to take a survival instinct to an whole new level? How did it happen? Were they running away from a wild boar and sometime after the boar collapsed from boredom they decided "Hey! I'm going to wear tiny satin shorts and rubber soled shoes and run just for fun as sweat drips off the end of my nose!"
Was it the Ancient Greeks? I'd like to blame it on them ONLY because I happened to run right by the owner of the local Greek Diner on the trail this morning. He was drinking a cup of coffee. That peeved me. He was also dressed in slacks, button down shirt and black dress shoes. I admire that as he had about 2 miles to go to get to the diner. I REALLY wanted the coffee though. It just hit me that he must have a supply of those pretty blue Greek Dinner paper coffee cups at his house. How cool is that? I love those cups.
Anyway I digress.
Today was a lovely day for a run. Don't get too excited, it's a lovely day for ANYTHING but running is what I did first thing in the AM. It was a MUCH better run than Tuesday. I need to remember that lack of sleep and crappy food effect me almost immediately. I kind of miss those days when I could stay up for 24 hours eating bacon cheeseburgers. OK so I could never stay awake for 24 hours but I there was a time when eating a bacon cheese burger had no ill effects on me. Of course I was 8 at the time.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
LARD ASS
So I'm back.
I was away at the Zumba Fitness Instructor's Convention in Orlando FL.
I did run one early morning but the air felt so heavy I thought my lungs where going to climb out of my mouth and start to pummel me into unconsciousness. I did manage to run a little over 2 mile though.
Today was my first day back after 5 days off and I swear it felt like I was starting over again.
I felt like a lard ass...a cement shoe wearing lard ass. I could barely do 2 miles.
I'm hoping tomorrow is better.
It's got to be better.
I was away at the Zumba Fitness Instructor's Convention in Orlando FL.
I did run one early morning but the air felt so heavy I thought my lungs where going to climb out of my mouth and start to pummel me into unconsciousness. I did manage to run a little over 2 mile though.
Today was my first day back after 5 days off and I swear it felt like I was starting over again.
I felt like a lard ass...a cement shoe wearing lard ass. I could barely do 2 miles.
I'm hoping tomorrow is better.
It's got to be better.
Monday, July 4, 2011
I'm not sure you could call what I did to today "running".
I'm not sure it was lack of sleep; the upstairs neighbors decided to play what can only be described as "cat bowling" at 6:00am this morning.
It perhaps was the fact that I didn't run yesterday; I wanted to run in the rain but I let someone convince me that running in the rain wasn't a good idea?
It could of been the garbage I've been eating lately.
Maybe it was the 4 miles I ran on Friday still kicking my ass?
It could have been any a number things that made me feel like I was wearing my concrete tutu and lead sneakers.
As SOON as I started in I felt a little like Miss Clavel, "Something is not right!"
Only instead of Madeline with appendicitis it was me sucking air as I barely jogged down the path.
I could hardly accelerate and practically strolled through the intervals but I made like a nail and I pressed on!
It was extremely difficult to pick up my feet and I was terrified of falling. Falling while running is my second greatest fear, the first is having to use the bathroom in the middle of a run.
Half way through I saw a dead mouse or mole or vole, I don't know which & I didn't bother to stop to check, and I thought, "Gee buddy I's trade places with you RIGHT freakin' now if I could!"
I tried so hard not to look at how much time I had left to run but with my glasses fogging up and my eyelashes sweating (am I the only one who has a problem with eyelash sweat?!) I caved in at 7 minutes to go.
I ALMOST gave up but then I gave myself the "I can do anything for 7 minutes I gave birth to 2 big-headed babies" speech and I finished.
I was feeling pretty proud of myself as I stumbled home and then I remember that I have to teach a Zumba Fitness class this morning...I truly wanted to cry.
Tomorrow is my last run in NY for nearly a week. Late tomorrow afternoon I am off to the Zumba Instructor's Network Convention in Orlando FL. I have all intentions of running AT LEAST ONCE while I'm down there though it will probably be on a treadmill which will be interesting!
It perhaps was the fact that I didn't run yesterday; I wanted to run in the rain but I let someone convince me that running in the rain wasn't a good idea?
It could of been the garbage I've been eating lately.
Maybe it was the 4 miles I ran on Friday still kicking my ass?
It could have been any a number things that made me feel like I was wearing my concrete tutu and lead sneakers.
As SOON as I started in I felt a little like Miss Clavel, "Something is not right!"
Only instead of Madeline with appendicitis it was me sucking air as I barely jogged down the path.
I could hardly accelerate and practically strolled through the intervals but I made like a nail and I pressed on!
It was extremely difficult to pick up my feet and I was terrified of falling. Falling while running is my second greatest fear, the first is having to use the bathroom in the middle of a run.
Half way through I saw a dead mouse or mole or vole, I don't know which & I didn't bother to stop to check, and I thought, "Gee buddy I's trade places with you RIGHT freakin' now if I could!"
I tried so hard not to look at how much time I had left to run but with my glasses fogging up and my eyelashes sweating (am I the only one who has a problem with eyelash sweat?!) I caved in at 7 minutes to go.
I ALMOST gave up but then I gave myself the "I can do anything for 7 minutes I gave birth to 2 big-headed babies" speech and I finished.
I was feeling pretty proud of myself as I stumbled home and then I remember that I have to teach a Zumba Fitness class this morning...I truly wanted to cry.
Tomorrow is my last run in NY for nearly a week. Late tomorrow afternoon I am off to the Zumba Instructor's Network Convention in Orlando FL. I have all intentions of running AT LEAST ONCE while I'm down there though it will probably be on a treadmill which will be interesting!
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Aftermath
Holy Calf Soreness, Batman!
I feel like I just danced Swan Lake while wearing a cement tutu!
Today I am taking off.
NO PHYSICAL ACTIVITY beyond some gentle walking.
No running, no dancing, no Zumba.
This is the first day like this I've had in...months, possibly a year.
It's really hard for me to be inactive all day.
It's 10:40 am and I'm already jittery maybe I'll go swimming today or what about a hike?
That's not resting is it?
Maybe I'll just sit around eating Hot Dogs & drinking beer? It will be hard but I'll try.
I feel like I just danced Swan Lake while wearing a cement tutu!
Today I am taking off.
NO PHYSICAL ACTIVITY beyond some gentle walking.
No running, no dancing, no Zumba.
This is the first day like this I've had in...months, possibly a year.
It's really hard for me to be inactive all day.
It's 10:40 am and I'm already jittery maybe I'll go swimming today or what about a hike?
That's not resting is it?
Maybe I'll just sit around eating Hot Dogs & drinking beer? It will be hard but I'll try.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Black Out
SoOooOO....What did YOU do today?
Really?
Well, I ran FOUR MILES!!
That's right Mutha ----ers!!!
FOUR whole MILES!!
Four whole miles running the entire time.
(I only sort of broke into a fast walk for about 100 yards in the middle but I quickly thought to myself, "Why am I doing this?" and started to run again which still boggles my mind when I think about it. I could have walked but I ran instead. WHY?
It's because I am stubborn as Hell.)
Now, let's get something straight. It still sucked. My nose ran the entire time, I swallowed a bug , I got a sunburn and some where around the 3 mile mark I believed I may have blacked out,OH and some grumpy old men on bikes were rude to me However the feeling of accomplishment after finishing was amazing.
I don't like running but I do like the sense of accomplishment and I LOVE saying to people...HEY I RAN 4 MILES TODAY what did you do? 'Cus I'm a bitch like that!!
Really?
Well, I ran FOUR MILES!!
That's right Mutha ----ers!!!
FOUR whole MILES!!
Four whole miles running the entire time.
(I only sort of broke into a fast walk for about 100 yards in the middle but I quickly thought to myself, "Why am I doing this?" and started to run again which still boggles my mind when I think about it. I could have walked but I ran instead. WHY?
It's because I am stubborn as Hell.)
Now, let's get something straight. It still sucked. My nose ran the entire time, I swallowed a bug , I got a sunburn and some where around the 3 mile mark I believed I may have blacked out,OH and some grumpy old men on bikes were rude to me However the feeling of accomplishment after finishing was amazing.
I don't like running but I do like the sense of accomplishment and I LOVE saying to people...HEY I RAN 4 MILES TODAY what did you do? 'Cus I'm a bitch like that!!
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