Monday, April 22, 2013
Waiting
Do you ever feel like you're waiting for something to happen? I'm not sure what my deal is lately, but I feel like I'm somewhat zombie-like, passing the days to get to the next, almost as if I'm waiting for the day. What's gonna happen on that day? No idea. I'm not sure if I'm waiting for the next life stage, or something else. I figure I'm waiting for the next big thing to happen. Presumably that would be meet mr. right and get married. But that's in a "normal" world, and my life has been anything but normal, so why would that be the case? Not sure what it is...but I'll be here when it comes.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Rocking the Parkway
Well, I'm back. It sure has been a while, but there's been lots going on in my head! Maybe this will once again become a forum for that.
This morning began with a 6:30am alarm going off. Not so abnormal except that it is Saturday. My first reaction? Turn the thing off and go back to sleep. Then I remembered it was 5K day.
After much internal debate about whether to skip the race (yes I already paid, yes I was already awake, yes I am a really good sales person) I decided to go. I was sure I'd feel better after.
I parked atrociously far from the start line due to complete lack of preparation and it took me 20 minutes of walking just to get there! I lined up behind EVERYONE because I was so late. Approximately 36 seconds after I stopped walking I heard the countdown to begin. Off we went.
The run was actually pretty good. I haven't exercised consistently (great New Years resolution huh?) in about 8 months. The first half was up hill, thankfully the end was all downhill. When I do these races I make a deal with myself that I will only walk if I am going to die. Death is a pretty distant reality if one is being serious with oneself, so I really just make myself run the whole time.
At the finish line I saw some friends and circled back to my distant parking spot to wait for a friend running the half-marathon. As she ran by me and snagged a high five, I, for the first time ever had a CRAZY thought. It was the pang of, I should do this. The half-marathon thing.
Interesting how the exercise euphoria can make one think absurd things. I hate running for a long time. I won't do a half-marathon. But I might just get back into this exercise thing. Who knows what I'll do then.
This morning began with a 6:30am alarm going off. Not so abnormal except that it is Saturday. My first reaction? Turn the thing off and go back to sleep. Then I remembered it was 5K day.
After much internal debate about whether to skip the race (yes I already paid, yes I was already awake, yes I am a really good sales person) I decided to go. I was sure I'd feel better after.
I parked atrociously far from the start line due to complete lack of preparation and it took me 20 minutes of walking just to get there! I lined up behind EVERYONE because I was so late. Approximately 36 seconds after I stopped walking I heard the countdown to begin. Off we went.
The run was actually pretty good. I haven't exercised consistently (great New Years resolution huh?) in about 8 months. The first half was up hill, thankfully the end was all downhill. When I do these races I make a deal with myself that I will only walk if I am going to die. Death is a pretty distant reality if one is being serious with oneself, so I really just make myself run the whole time.
At the finish line I saw some friends and circled back to my distant parking spot to wait for a friend running the half-marathon. As she ran by me and snagged a high five, I, for the first time ever had a CRAZY thought. It was the pang of, I should do this. The half-marathon thing.
Interesting how the exercise euphoria can make one think absurd things. I hate running for a long time. I won't do a half-marathon. But I might just get back into this exercise thing. Who knows what I'll do then.
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