Archive for June 24th, 2009
6-24-09, Weds.
8:35 am
B.R. Park
20′07
18:05 min/mi
1.11 miles
187 calories
Pre-jog thoughts: My brain was so ready for this run for some odd reason. Maybe not enough shiny things or pretty sprinkles to look at for entertainment. I was up at 6:30, as usual, and from about 6:50, the brain wanted to jog. Since the temp is supposed to hover in the 90s today, I obliged. Plus, remember: the earlier you hit the park, the fewer weirdos in your path.
Jog thoughts: Evidently the body did NOT get the brain’s memo today re: being stoked for a run. Body bitched the entire time, from first strike. Odd pain in the right knee cap–not a usual spot for pain. The calves were a bit sore today as well, which flummoxed me (love that word!) until I remembered the dog & I took a new path at the park yesterday with lots of stairs.
Starting out, I had a gut feeling I wouldn’t make a new personal best. First off, Tiger is tired of me and second, I just didn’t feel it. Instead I set my sights a bit loftier: run all the way through to the last little hill. This means no walking up the hill after the half-way point. Jogging only to the last hill, walk about 30 seconds, jog.
Guess what? I did even better. I didn’t walk for one single minute of my jog (or second). Did you hear me? I RAN 20 STRAIGHT MINUTES WITHOUT STOPPING. Not something I thought I’d do when I’d eyed that plate of donuts around Easter time.
Post Jog: Walking it off felt good. No more pain, except that darn niggling cramp in the left calf. That’s almost always there. Did some good stretching, came home to take the dog down to the little park by our house.
What I Noticed: Disgusting things. While I love and utilize public parks for their beauty, evidently the scuzzy people use it as their bedrooms. If Trojan ever needs market research on the cheap, they should stop by the parking lot and check out the variety of prophylactic wrappers in the dirt around the parking lot. Oh, not just wrappers either. Real horses in every color there, too. Nothing says “romantic night” like ripping off the foil top in a public parking lot. You know you’ve got yourself one hell of a man if he takes you to the parking lot for a romantic night.
The only reason I’m obsessed with the amount of condomage around the parking lot is because it’s distracting me from the number of empty syringes lying next to them. Hey, better safe than sorry. At least someone’s using protection.
First time for…:laughing while I jogged. Passed an elderly man having a tough time walking.
“Gotta stay in shape somehow,” he comments, motioning to himself while walking.
“Yeah, I know,” I reply.
“You do that every day?” he asks. I assume he means the jogging, not the profuse sweating and heavy panting. Although, if one of those condom wrappers are his…
“Hell no. I’d be dead if I did,” I laugh back. He laughs too.
It’s good to be me. I’d be better to be a size 12 me, but still good.
6-22-04, Monday
10:05 am
B.R. Park
20′10
17:39 min/mi
1.13 miles
192 calories
Pre-jog thoughts: I hate jogging. I hate jogging. I hate jogging. Ass is too big. Still hate jogging.
Jog thoughts: Again with the “I can always walk” mentality. I just didn’t feel too great or energetic. I am, however, noticing the slight effects of jogging on my body. I passed by a window yesterday wearing a new pair of capris (thrift store, yeah!) and stopped for a second glance. My gut wasn’t preceeding me. I think I might actually be able to see my toes in the shower. Will check on that one.
Post Jog: Just about fell over when Tiger Woods called me on the iPod to tell me that was my fastest time ever. Then I went home and watched him lose at Bethpage Black. Hope I didn’t jinx him.
What I Noticed: More weirdos at the park. Shouldn’t these people be working? Seriously. Do you really need to drive to the park to smoke your cigarettes so I inhale your nastyass fumes as I jog by? And do you think non-smokers don’t know you’re smoking in the woods themselves if they can’t see you? Helloooo….smoke stinks. And so do your morals.
First time for…: crossing the same starting line I start from. Not a real starting line, just a big square of grafitti from the local wanna-be gang bangers association. Like a welcome mat the the park. I usually only make it to the little tree at the curve but for some reason, I made it further.
6-20-09, Saturday
9:22 am
B.R. Park
20′08
18:05min/mi
1.11 miles
187 calories
Pre-jog thoughts: I forget. It’s Weds. of the next week and I forgot to blog my last two runs (before today). I know there was a reason I didn’t do it Friday…hmm…oh yeah. Lightening. I’m not so much into that scene. Electricity & me…not such good friends.
Jog thoughts: Again, I forget. Probably feeling pretty good. I don’t think I had any major issues to hash out.
Post Jog: Morning jogs feel better because there are less park weirdos sitting around in their cars. I do remember as I jogged, more people came into the park. Like at one point I think I counted 10 cars. And there aren’t really that many parking spots. Weird.
What I Noticed: A strange red patch of grass in the woods near where I start. I was a little unnerved, so I pulled out my Nancy Drew magnifying glass and investigated, half expecting to find a body and blood. It was only red from where a few idiot kids had been setting off fireworks the night before. Good thing for me. I was hardly dressed to be interviewed by CNN for finding a dead body.
First time for…: Jogging up the hill at the halfway point. Whoever designed my course is an idiot. Who puts a hill at the halfway point? Oh, wait. Strike that. It’s me.