Every excuse in the book…

July 28, 2009 at 5:57 pm (Day to Day, Exercise, Pictures, Warrior Dash) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

For why it took me a dismal 47 minutes to run around 3.7 miles.

1. The air temperature was 87 degrees at 3 pm.

2. There was no wind.

3. And no shade.

4. The sun was blazing down like hellfire.

5. I had a rock in my shoe.

6. And a cramp in my leg.

7. And a weird pain in my ankle going down to the bottom of my foot.

8. I have my period.

9. I have my period.

10. I just ran 5 miles yesterday.

11. The direction I ran has more of an uphill slope almost the entire way.

12. I still have a scorching sunburn on my chest from the weekend. (Sport bra was rubbing and causing blisters)

13. My earphones kept falling out.

14. Or pulling too tight at the neck. (Tucked in my shirt collar and thru the sleeve to my arm band)

15. Wispy hairs kept sticking to my face.

16. Sweat was dripping in my eyes.

I could probably keep going but it won’t change the fact that today’s run was made on sheer willpower alone. Seriously.

I had zero desire and zero strength to get around. At the one mile to-go mark (going backwards from the norm), I wanted to stop. And I don’t mean just stop running. I wanted to completely stop and lay down on the track. I was actually arguing with myself about NOT stopping. Telling myself, I could not just stop right there and I really couldn’t sit down much less LAY down on the trail. Besides the car was still a mile away, and how did I think I was going to get there?? I’m like, just go. Just keep going. Breathe in, count steps, count breaths, whatever…here comes a tree, here comes another tree, ¾, ½, ¼, here’s that garbage can, here’s that pink kid croc shoe that somebody must have lost yesterday, I can see the car, keep going, don’t throw up, here’s the port-a-potty, the parking lot, the car, you made it!

And now I am home again. Almost forgetting…that’s how it gets you! Exercise is only hard at the time. Otherwise it feels pretty good.

And since I’m feeling successful and numb, here’s those pics I mentioned earlier. See how I buried them way in here! You gotta be a fan to get the good stuff! Thanks Jay for taking such a flattering picture! And thanks Amanda for that concerned face while helping me over, making it look like I weigh 300 pounds! I love you guys! Ann Or Ex E Uh! Next year! (I posted them full-size for that extra added chuckle)

I'm much more flexible, and not THAT heavy, but I still couldn't have made it over myself. Next year. Little jog, little skip, up and over! Take that, horrible waterproof disposable low speed film camera.

I'm much more flexible, and not THAT heavy, but I still couldn't have made it over myself. Next year. Little jog, little skip, up and over! Take that, horrible waterproof disposable low speed film camera (with unfair sharpness and clarity).

In my defense, my butt is not really THAT huge. It LOOKS huge, that is true. But it's the angle. The shorts. The other shorts. I am MUCH better looking in real life. I swear!

In my defense, my butt is not really THAT huge. It LOOKS huge, that is true. But it's the angle. The shorts. The other shorts. I am MUCH better looking in real life. And thinner. I swear!

1 Comment

  1. amanda aka the greatest sister in the world! said,

    OMG!!! I am laughing all over again about your butt pics! ahahahahaha
    Sorry to hear about the puffy fish. But how exactly do you put a fish out of it’s misery?!

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