I had those two awesome runs that week after we returned. I was all lined up to get my longie on ... but family scheduling and my DIY nose job put if off by a day. And then my personal middle-of-the-night maiming really did me in. The bruise finally did turn a very gross and visible green... you can kind of make it out in one of the pictures below ;-)
Over a week went by between runs again. You know, I have this thing... this race thing coming up next week? I probably should try running again before that happens... don'tcha think? Yeah, me, too.
In my new running shoes and some of my husband's running shorts (because it was kind of hot out for a change... it being the afternoon and all and not the darkness of night), I set off to run 7 miles. I had no time in mind. I had no need for speed. I seriously just wanted to finish it in one piece. What I really wanted was a Perrier with lemon and a burger and fries... but that was not amongst the choices.
I'd like to start with what worked... because there's less of that and we can get it over with fast.
1. Little pink iPod.
LOVE.
About two miles in to it, I wanted to puke. A half a mile later, I almost did puke. I stopped at a bathroom... I found a clean, serviceable, FLUSH toilet public bathroom with toilet paper (!) on my regular route... and I never knew about it before!
Getting going again after my little pee-break made me want to puke more.
Right when I really and truly did think I was going to vomit, Sheryl Crow told me that all I wanna do is have some fun...
I sang that song out loud like I was on freakin' Broadway! What a dork!
And I sing like crap.
But the iPod kept me from hearing myself :P
2. New shoes.
They are different from my last ones, which were discontinued... of course.
Feel a little flatter and roomier and sort of like they make me over-pronate.... which I don't normally do. But my feet and legs felt pretty okay even after the 7-mile shock to their systems, so I'm thinking they're working.
Feel a little flatter and roomier and sort of like they make me over-pronate.... which I don't normally do. But my feet and legs felt pretty okay even after the 7-mile shock to their systems, so I'm thinking they're working.
Moving on now to what didn't work...
1. The poodle-skirt-like shorts.
WTH? Whose size-small-shorts-wearing legs need this much fullness in their running shorts?
Though the liner was super comfy, the silky, slinky, voluminous fabric kept wedging up in my crotch.
I will not be wearing these shorts again.
2. The hair.
I thought the hair was working.
I thought this because when I saw my shadow, I kept thinking
"WOW! That is some serious Einstein hair!"
and laughing.
It kind of took my mind off of how totally and utterly miserable I was.
This first picture is me thinking that the hair was working...
And this close-up is after I've realized how it soooo isn't.
Everyone on the trail and in our development who saw me (all 10 total) probably thought I was some sort of escaped lunatic ... or Einstein's granddaughter.
3. The underarm vagina thing.
Not working.
My sweet husband pointed this out to me...
"Hey, babe... want me to take a picture of that?"
Sure, honey. Go for it.
How do I get rid of this without losing so much weight that I look like a strung-out junkie chick?
I don't think it's possible. Did you see how skinny my legs are already?
Now it's your turn:
Did you exercise this weekend? Did you lounge in bed? Did you do something else? What? And most importantly, was it fun?