The one as promised

Thank you, Adam, for reminding me to post again. Don’t worry, I’m not neglecting the blahg, I was once again just waiting for the right timing.

After my run on day #1. Sick. 

As promised, I’m going to give you an update on my running progress. By the way, I use the term “running” loosely. It’s a walk 50% of the time. Last blahg entry I mentioned I’ll be partaking in a half marathon. I also mentioned that I need to have my head examined for craziness—I still agree with that statement. I just finished week two of my training and I’m not going to sit here and say I’m having “fun” doing it.

Observations I’ve made about myself these past 2 weeks:

1. LIE: I’m so beautiful with my hair blowing in the wind, excellent posture and form and tight pants. TRUTH: After 2 minutes of running, I look like I could drop dead on the ground at any given moment. My hair is plastered to my head. My earphones are falling out. And the cold air I’ve been inhaling is making my lungs cold and lips chapped.

After today's run. Spicy.

2. My trainer (in the form of an app on my iPhone) tells me when to walk and when to run. Never fails: Everytime he says “Start running”, there is a hill RIGHT THERE. That’s when I start cursing in my head. And aloud.

3. When he says, “walk,” I want to marry him.

4. Sometimes I growl like a bear when I’m annoyed with myself. Mid-running.

5. My arms flail around like a child chasing an ice-cream truck the whole time.

6. Spice girls are my favorite pump-up jamz.

7. As disgusting as this is (and I never thought I’d do this, MUCH LESS admit to it), once I’ve been running for a little while, I feel a strong need to spit. Runners out there, is that normal? It just tastes bad. Sorry, that’s gross.

Well, #7 brings me to my final point of this blahg entry. During today’s run, (my last run of this week… I hear week 3 is a real pain. Merh.) just that happened. I had to spit. I normally make sure no one is watching when I do this, by the way, but being that I was literally the only person at Lamar park at noon on a Friday, I didn’t even bother. So, I went for it. Well, being that I’m so extremely fast and graceful, and the wind was blowing against me, when I did so, the spit landed on my cheek, then onto my ear, and finally in my hair. It was disgusting. That is all.

Don’t judge me for this. At least I ran.