(The pictures are unrelated to the run. We just had such a beautiful day today, I couldn't help myself.)
I did a big-ish run yesterday (6 miles). In the beeeautiful spring sunshine. I asked my marathon-running brother-in-law what he listens to when he runs (because I'm so used to watching movies on the treadmill these days). Nothing. He doesn't listen to music! So, I asked him what he thinks about so he doesn't go CRAZY while he's running. Nothing. "I just look at the scenery." Well, Mr. Disciplined . . . .
(remember the BB-gun "incident?" Nice one, boys.)
I decided to test myself. I'm sick of the songs on my i-pod, so I decided to be like my brother-in-law, just to see if there was anything to what he said. He's a respectable sort of fellow. Over-achiever. A perfect candidate for emulation.
Well, I did it. And I learned a few things (without music).
First things first, running after eating two pancakes . . . with peanut butter . . . and maple syrup . . . and a glass of milk, can make you want to barf, at first.
The first 1.5 miles are the hardest. Once I get past that, I feel like I can run forever.
Not listening to music is pretty cool. I was forced to look and listen to the world around me instead of focusing on whether or not my "shuffle" setting would give me a great running song. I kept my eyes open for chicken coops, too, seeing as we'd be joining the ranks soon:).
I knew I had a long ways to go, so I stopped wishing it was done before I even started.
I realized that when I can hear/see a car coming I try to look like I'm not dying. Like a real hard-core runner. Legs pumping, arms swinging, chin up, shoulders un-hunched. I'm such a dork. Vanity is exhausting.
With only 1.5 miles left, I hit a roadblock. Literally. The bridge I was going to cross was, well, non-existent. They demo'd it. GREAT. I went up and down the slough looking for a way to cross it, but to no avail, unless I wanted to swim, of course. So, I did what any exhausted runner would do. Instead of turning around and running 6 miles BACK the way I came, I ran to the nearest house and called my husband!
Yes, my husband rescued me. Sweet guy. I almost slapped him for driving past me on purpose, looking the other way. Not so funny at that moment. Well, it was kinda funny.
I was so proud of myself. And, I was tired the rest of the day. Not sore, just tired. And starving. Holy cow, I wanted to EAT a cow! I'm not sure why. But I did what I set out to do, and it didn't kill me.
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