Sometimes, all you have to do is spit it out, be blunt, pour your heart out, etc. I did that last week in this post, and was very surprised with the aftermath. On Friday I took my dog Dexter to the doggie beach. He’s not a good swimmer, he just wades at the shoreline. He watches the other dogs take a flying leap off of the dock and chase after tennis balls that their owners throw.
I noticed a girl on the dock was wearing “ironman” shoes. I’ve seen these shoes at the shoe store before, I’m not entirely sure how they’re triathlon specific, but one can assume a girl wearing Ironman shoes might do triathlons. Whoa, a girl my age, at the doggie beach, who does triathlons? I started a conversation with her. It was short and sweet, a big step for this shy girl, but I’m pleased with myself for starting a conversation with a stranger. It’s the little things.
On Saturday morning my alarm rudely woke me up at 4:00 AM for an eleven mile training run. I was out the door by 4:45 AM, the air was already thick and moist from high humidity. There was moisture on car windows. From the start I knew it was going to be tough. But that’s okay, I’m tough.
My pace was erratic, it ranged from 11 minute miles to 9 minute miles, depending on if wind was hitting me to cool me down a bit. These ugly little bugs kept flying into my mouth, my eyes, onto my forehead and sticking because of the sweat. There was two bird dive-bombs, a goose that chased me onto the road, and one majestic blue heron. I changed my planned route so that I could hit a porta potty, which caused me to head towards a hilly neighborhood for the last two miles. Brilliant. The whole thing felt like ass, and I kept chugging along because I want this so bad.
When it was finally over, (yes, it was a run that I couldn’t wait to be over, and this is the first run all year that I’ve felt that, so how’s that for a grateful runner?) I showered, stretched, drank a Chobani smoothie, and logged my run onto DailyMile. Oh DailyMile, I love it, I hate it. This day I loved it, because I got a “real live friend request”. A local girl who is training for her first half marathon read my lonely post. We’re going to meet up for a run!
*Sqee* *Cartwheels* *Magic tricks* *Yay*
After my mini happy dance I decided to bike to the farmer’s market to surround myself by more people. During the bike ride, I saw a runner come around a corner and into the direct sun. She groaned, “SHIT!!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Like I said, sometimes you just have to spit it out.