How it all started is a long and not-that-interesting story. But here I am. Even though mere weeks ago I said, "I don't run unless something is chasing me," I now run. Voluntarily. Nothing nipping at my heels. No zombies in sight.
I am not "training for a race," nor do I have aspirations of running in actual, organized, 5k events. That may happen someday but it's not really the primary goal. Instead, I am "training" to not die of heart disease. Oh, and to be able to zip myself into my Skinny Pants. Lofty goals, I know.
The other day I had a particularly interesting run for the following reasons:
- I had to gracefully leap over some bales of straw. Actually, I awkwardly stepped over them. And almost fell in a mud puddle as a result. The straw bales were intended to keep Hurricane Sandy off the athletic fields where I run, but they didn't hold me back. More forceful than a Hurricane! Not really.
- Half-way through the run I had to get off the track I was using because it was taken over by freakishly fast members of a high school track team. I wasn't embarrassed to be seen by them, lumbering along at my old lady pace. I was scared the taller ones might start using me as a hurdle.
- Two-thirds of the way through the run, a dryer sheet worked its way down and out of my shirt.
- Three-quarters of the way though I accidentally hit something on my phone that changed the music to School House Rock. My phone music is about 80% kids stuff and this was one of those rare times I get to listen to grown-up music. With swears in it and everything. I don't know what button I hit and I was afraid to leave the "running program" app to go change the music back because one time I left the app and when I came back it started my run all over again. Grrrr. So I finished my run listening to "My hero, Zero."
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