Me. My shoes. My "food issues". And so much more.
Nothing to see here. Didn't want to break my posting streak, but, sad to say, I didn't run yesterday. The day got away on me, and it just didn't happen. Won't happen today either, or tomorrow, unless I can drag myself out of bed before Tony goes to bed. So, please, drop by on Monday.... when there could actually be a post with some content.
I spent most of yesterday looking for some pants to run in. My giant pants got me through the winter, but without the layers, they are practically falling off. Luckily, Dex and Cam just love watching me try on clothes, and going in and out of every Zellers and Walmart in the vicinity. Not. I did go and ogle the pants at the sport's store, but they really are frickin' expensive.
I actually got lucky this time - Dex didn't crawl under the door of the change room and take off just after I finished stripping down, as he often does. And the bench in the changeroom was actually big enough for both of them for once, so Cam didn't push him off like she often does. Cam offered her fashion advice, and eventually, I bought a pair of shiny black yoga pants, with blue stripes down the side.
Which means, that from the outside - I now look like a runner. Finally. I have the jacket. I have the shoes. And now, I have the pants. Unfortunately, no one saw my fabulous new look, because I didn't get running until 10:30 last night. I had planned to go at 6:30, then out for coffee with my nameless friend Karen, but Tony gave me a movie pass to go see the premiere of Sahara. I haven't been to a grown up movie for a year; any movie would have been fun. It was good for a few laughs, and, while highly unbelievable, it was enjoyable. By the time I got home and psyched myself up for a run, it was dark and late, but I really wanted to justify my pants purchase, so off I went. 5K, really good pace for the first two-thirds, not bad on the last third. I was running with my MP3 player - perhaps not the best thing to do at night, although I am very careful - and a car coming up behind me honked at me, at a point when I was concentrating on not wiping out while running hard down a hill. Scared the piss out of me. I actually jumped, and my heart, which was already going at a good pace, nearly jumped out of my chest. My hip is very sore - must go and get that x-ray.
Hopefully today I will get out during the daylight, so everyone will get a chance to see how good I look. Because I only have a few weeks of looking like a runner. When the jacket comes off - the truth will revealed. It's only on the surface. Inappropriate shirts abound under that lovely jacket.
she rose from the couch. And she put on her giant pants, and her nice new running bra, and searched for a shirt to wear of a weight befitting the spring weather. The search being fruitless, she put on an inappropriate shirt - a nice mock-neck, long sleeved light purple shirt, with an uneven textured stripe, in case anyone wants to know. She laced her fancy running shoes, she put on her fancy running jacket, thus covering up her fashion faux pas, she retrieved her MP3 player from he who borrowed it, and didn't return it. Again. For the third time.
And she ran.
And it was hard.
And after the fourth minute, she noticed she was feeling the pain more than usual. After the fifth minute her giant pants were riding so low that her inappropriate shirt would not stay tucked in, allowing a steady draft of the cool ("spring") air to flow up her shirt. She decided she would just go home. Then she thought of how couch bound she had been, and how it had been nine days since her last run, and was only 13 days until her first race of the season. And she decided to do a shorter run, instead of going home.
Thus, after 15 minutes of running, she was still running. And she was finding that although it was easier, she was forced to slow her pace from the faster pace she has been working on, and lean a bit more toward the plodding pace she was used to. And she was so engrossed in running, she forgot to take the shortcut, and she ran the full 5K, which is all her hip will let her run at this point. And it was good. And she was thankful.
And she is going shopping for new running pants today.
I'm in a bit of a slump right now. I was doing very fabulously, eating well, exercising lots, looking good. And then something happened. I'd like to say that I know what it was, but unfortunately, I don't seem to be that self-enlightened. Whatever it was, its aftermath has left me lying on the couch, scarfing donuts, surfing channels, and ignoring the big piles of laundry that are threatening to take over my living room. And suddenly, my size fives are a little too snug.
So what is it that I think happened? Well, I think it was the weather. Very Canadian of me, I know. But really. It is supposed to be spring, and it's just not. Alright, it is, but it isn't the kind of spring I like. I like my spring served with a side of sunshine, and an order of tulips. Instead, it's all doused with neverending rain. And, I'm ashamed to admit it - but I am a weather wimp. I pretty much never talk myself out of a run on a nice, sunny day. But give me sub-zero temps, or wind, or snow, or rain, or sleet, or drizzle, or even a good fog, and the excuses start coming. Bed is too cozy. I'll do it later. I probably should take another day off for the good of my hip anyway. It's supposed to clear up later in the day. Running's not really good for you anyway. This problem is much worse in the morning - I have been completely unable to get up lately for my morning workouts. Must be because of Daylight Savings. Yep, that's it, Daylight Savings.
