No more complaining from me. I've had enough of being a Debbie Downer about running. I will now accept running as America's Favorite Pastime (although, I'm pretty sure that's uploading porn off the net).
I've been keeping up with my running. I still run 4 times a week for at least 3 miles at a time. Last Friday's run of 7 miles was a joke. I made the huge mistake of running on a treadmill. How boring. All I could think about was how much the dude next to me smelled like Jean Nate and wondered why someone decided to put the TV on "The Golden Girls." Yeah, nothing says "workout" like saggy old bittys talking about their geriatric sex lives and shuffleboard. I gave up after 6 miles. I had had enough powder fresh smell (the Jean Nate) and thoughts of the Golden Girls wearing depends. Can you imagine the conversation required to remove the depends before the sexin' begins? "Excuse me Saul, I need to un-tape my no-leak tab. Oh look! The indicator says I'm only half full. I'll save it for later. Now where were we?"
Gross. Seriously though, why do these thoughts enter my head?
To make up for my short mileage, I ran an extra 2.78 miles on Sunday. I know training doesn't work that way - you can't run 2 miles one day, then 3 the next and say "I just ran 5 miles", but for some reason it all justified itself in my head.
This weekend I've got only a 5 mile run. Should be cake. SHOULD be. I'll let you know what obstacles I come across... Be prepared for anything. You know how my head works...
Peace.
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Hi Brooke! First, great blog. Second, I can't believe you actually wrote about Jean Nate ... unfortunately, I also have a recent Jean Nate experience. I was in Walgreens a few weeks ago and saw a big bottle. "Hmmm," I remembered my grandma letting me use her Jean Nate everytime I took a bath at her house when I was a little girl. Nice memory, so I decided to give it a big whiff for old times sake. And then I barfed on my shoes. It's so foul. I used to put A LOT of it on as a third grader, too. Good thing I grew out of that.
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