Early “Runfessions”
Here we are at Day 19 of NaBloPoMo! I know, I know- it’s too early for runfessions. But I have a few, and I’m not sure I’ll be doing a runfession post next Friday. Maybe I’ll be doing a post about my Turkey Trot, where I recap how I set a PR and won my age group while wearing an incredible homemade tofu costume. Ahem… which brings me to my first runfession. I felt pretty good on my run this morning. I started thinking… Hmmm! I’m in a new age group now…. maybe I can run a little faster than I thought… you never know… why don’t I throw in a few strides… I could even sneak in a speed workout this week… NO! NO! NO! I knew this would happen. I’ve never been a fan of running races just for the fun of it. If I’m going to pay the money, I want to train, have a goal, and run as fast as I can. Otherwise I might as well stay home and run my usual route. I have to wrap my head around the concept of just running, not racing, this race. The truth is, a Turkey Trot isn’t a great place to have a time goal, because it’s so crowded (with people having FUN). If I try to run fast and hurt my foot again, I’ll be in RUNNING JAIL. No one wants that. My next runfession goes back to a previous post, where I questioned how people could go for a run and then go about their day in their sweaty running clothes. Well, today I became one of those people. I finished my run and didn’t have time to shower before taking my daughter to school. THEN, I had to stop at the post office to mail a package. I was so uncomfortable- my clothes were all wet, and the AC in the post office made me cold. I may be smiling, but what I’m really thinking is “Please get me home so I can shower!” The last runfession is really a strength-fession (what? Is there such a thing?). My daughter’s school band had a cheesecake fundraiser, which was one of my least favorite things ever. I don’t even eat them, and yet I was harassing my coworkers to buy cheesecakes. Somehow we managed to sell thirteen, and yesterday I went to the school to pick them up. Did you know frozen cheesecakes are heavy? They had my thirteen cheesecakes packed in a large box, and when I picked it up I exclaimed “Oof!” They told me that someone could come with a cart to help me, but I’m’ used to carrying my own things so I declined and headed out the door. That box weighed a ton! No wonder cheesecake is so fattening! Halfway to the parking lot I had to put the box down and rest, and a woman offered to help me. She was not a body builder- she just looked like a regular person. She picked up the box, exclaimed “Oh, this isn’t so heavy!” and proceeded to carry it to my car for me. Well… all joking aside, that did not feel good. Maybe I’ve been slacking on my upper body work a little too much! On the other hand, carrying that box halfway to my car, and then from my car into the house, gave me a rush of endorphins. Time to check out some upper body strength classes. Well, that’s it for now! Do you have any early runfessions? Do you like cheesecake? Ever had to sell it for a school fundraiser?