I am a serious loose cannon today. (In no reference at all to Jersey Shore,) I’m a pulled-pinned grenade just ready to blow at any second, combined with a machine gun because those explosions seem to come every 12 seconds or so. Can I hire somebody to walk around with me all day and keep my bitch in check?
Somebody should probably send B something nice for putting up with me.
Hopefully a 20 miler tomorrow followed by a big group outting at the slopes will knock me outta this jerk-funk.
BTW any tips for a first-time snowboarder? More specifically, with dead legs and no desire to do anything but eat carbs and consume liquid calories???
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After I hit publish on the way-to-serious-for-OUa(L) discipline post Tuesday I went out for my scheduled run. And I ran FAST.
I don’t know why – The outpouring of honesty I usually keep bottled inside? The lunchtime run I took earlier that my legs were still firing from? The marshmallows dipped in cream cheese frosting?
The realization that I was half way through the 5 Weeks 2 Marathon challenge? Whatever got into me, I wish it’d gotten into Garmin too. He died at mile 2.87 of 5.
I didn’t even hear the “Low Battery” beep. I presume it’s because I was running somewhere around the sound barrier, but I didn’t pay a lot of attention in science class. Maybe my iPod was too loud.
Anywho, despite coming 6 inches and a side step away from becoming road kill – people seriously need to learn to look BOTH ways and not be an f’ing moron in their runner-killer vehicles of weaponry – oh and the lovely couple walking TOWARDS me that moved to MY SIDE of the sidewalk rather than the opposite to get out of my ass-hauling way… despite that, it was one of those awesome “WHERE THE F DID THAT COME FROM!?” runs.
Seriously though, if Garmin hadn’t died and I had photographic evidence of a 5 miler with a sub 7:30 avg pace, you can bet your last Gu I’d’ve blown that bad boy up poster size and framed it in the living room.
Send good 20-miler wishes. I have faith the holy grail I finally stumbled upon (mint choc Gu) and the ‘this-is-the-weather-I-pay-for’ forecast will carry me through.
And worrying whether or not Chico really does need checked for cataracts…