Posts Tagged ‘confessions’
"At the end of the line...."
Yeah, I know some people ran outside this weekend, but I wasn’t one of them.
I don’t mind a mild little dusting coming down, or even a light mist, but I don’t do 2-inch-an-hour accumulations or slush. Just don’t.
I was pretty much holed up inside all weekend and I still didn’t like my chances on the W & OD this morning, so I went to the Claude Moore Recreation Center this morning and ran on their indoor track. It’s pretty boring, but it’s flat and it’s climate controlled, and there’s a water fountain right there whenever I come around to that side. It works for me as a Plan B when “outside” isn’t an option. And boy does it beat a treadmill!
Since I started with some confessions last week, I thought I’d continue with that theme this week and put a big one out there, and I hope I’m not drummed out of the club for saying it:
I don’t like running.
Let me explain. I like to run because I think it is a pretty efficient form of exercise and it’s nice to be outside (except when it’s not, of course), but while I’m running, I don’t really like it. I wish I could breathe more comfortably (maybe that will come in time), I don’t like when my glasses get fogged up or slip around, and I wish the sweat didn’t drip down into my eyes so much (which is why I don’t wear my contacts when I run).
I do feel really, really good when I STOP running however – which is probably the biggest reason why I keep doing it.
I don’t think I could run by myself without my iPod. I need “somewhere to go” in my head so I’m not entirely focused on how much further I have to go.
I’ve got several songs on my iPod that have a relentless beat that works extremely well with my stride and when those selections come on, I can feel my arms and legs moving together in a way that makes me appreciate the fact that my body is basically a machine. I do enjoy that feeling and it makes it much easier to keep going just a little longer.
This morning I enjoyed finding another one, newly downloaded — The Traveling Wilbury’s, End of the Line.
Well it’s all right, riding around in the breeze.
Well it’s all right, if you live the life you please.
Well it’s all right, doing the best you can.
Well it’s all right, as long as you lend a hand
What a great beat. I probably got another three laps around the track with that this morning. I can hear it in my head right now (where it will probably stay for the rest of the day!).
Almost makes me want to go outside and run right now.
Almost.
Weekend runs
I’ve got an all-day commitment on Saturday, so I’m looking at Sunday once again. Tammy suggested we do the Purcellville to Leesburg run and maybe do Purcellville to Paeonian Springs for 5 miles. Sounds good to me if anyone else is up for it.
Meet at Market Station Sunday morning and we’ll see what the carpool situation looks like.
But I might need one of those bags one day...
Hoarders opened a new season Monday on A & E, and my hand is up to confess that it is “cannot look away TV” for me. My completely non-professional opinion about these people is that they can be divided into two categories — the ones who live in garbage, and the ones who form emotional attachments to things and are unable to throw anything away — thus… living in garbage. It’s people in this latter category that I find most interesting, possibly because I can relate to them on some level. One guy couldn’t throw junk mail away because it had his dead mother’s name on it, and he felt that if he threw the junk mail away, he was disrepecting his mother.
I’m certainly able to throw junk mail away, but I have to say I’m not sure how long I have to keep the papers my insurance company sends me every now and then to let me know what kind of coverage I have.
I’m pretty sure I can shred my cable bill as soon as I’ve paid it, but how long should I keep my bank statements? Yes, I know about the IRS recommendations and all that, but what I don’t know is how you organize your life so that you can then go back and FIND the bank statements from X years ago and dispose of them neatly once the timer goes off on X years having passed.
I went through the closet in my second bedroom last spring and found a box with old Christmas cards in it. Some went back almost twenty years, and since we’re being honest here, I have to admit quite a few of them were from people that I couldn’t remember any more. Somewhere between “Oh look, John and Mary sent a Christmas card!” and “Who on earth are John and Mary?” it is appropriate to trash these cards — but can you tell me exactly where that line is?
I didn’t think so.
From time to time I go through the cupboards under my bathroom sink and I don’t know how many of the Clinique bags I should reasonably keep. They’re handy little things, but do I need ten of them? Probably not. Having then decided I don’t need ten of them, how do I decide which ones stay and which ones go? What about the little shampoo and lotion bottles picked up from hotel stays? After all, they do come in handy when filling up the little plastic bags to take through airport security these days.
Trash — not trash. It’s not always a clear decision.
Weekend runs
If the weather forecast holds and there is “rain and snow” on Saturday, it will be a clear decision (for me at least) about not running.
My best bet this weekend is for Sunday – The Woods. Since it is an “out and back” run, it can be whatever length is appropriate to the mood. Let’s hope it isn’t slushy and nasty from the “rain and snow” on Saturday.
http://loudounroadrunners.org/maps/woods.pdf