Tuesday night was my weekly Run Club. Me and Patrick are just within reach of a PR but we never quite get there. Honestly I feel if we participated in an acutal race as opposed to running on Bayshore, chatting and having to cross into traffic we would shave serious time. But when we finally reach that goal I know we are going to be super proud. Maybe to be in true running shape we should start skipping the beers and upping the mileage, haha! No thanks.
Wednesday we had a down pour of rain. I had packed my running clothes so I could run right after work, but instead of hitting the pavement, I was a treadmill rat. Personally I hate running on treadmills. I get so bored and 3 miles can literally turn into the most painful run of my life. Call me crazy but when I am running I like to actually get somewhere, not watch the calories I am burning slowly rise. I tried to keep a good attitude, knowing that I need my upmost mental toughness if I am going to get this done. I plugged in my iPod and was ready to go. This is going to sound very narcissistic, but I loved watching myself in the mirror when I ran. I literally could not take my eyes off of myself. I most certainly was not checking myself out and thinking how good I looked, but it was so interesting to actually see what I look like while I am running. I found myself lifting my knees and dropping my shoulders. For 4 miles I literally watched myself run, and although I felt like a freak I really enjoyed watching my pony tail bounce back and forth as I ran. But don't think this little bout of self adoration is going to sway my opionion, I am an outdoor runner for life.
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