Run Amok
I wouldn't say I fell off the wagon but anyone else could say that. I've stopped running for a while now. I can come up with a lot of excuses and really that's all they are.
Anyway, there's this Workplace (Running) Challenge here in Long Island and I said, why not join, what better way to start, right? So I did. A bunch of us at work decided to practice for the big run (big for me but for you real runners out there it's a measly 3.5 mile hop). We decided to start off with a one mile run. Doesn't sound tough - but like I said, I've stopped running for a while so that mile was a challenge unto itself. To start off, my shoe laces came undone after just several paces (I really wouldn't care wearing those Velcro-strap sneakers even if I would look like a kindergartner. I was probably absent from school when they gave instructions on shoe-lace tying). And then not even halfway through, I just wanted to stop. That's it I've had enough - who was i kidding. But no one else was sharing my sentiment so I went along. Some of my fellow runners where able to hold decent conversations like it was a work on the park. Somebody asked me a question and all I could do was grunt a monosyllabic answer.
Then halfway through the run my belly, having been shaken enough already, decided to push off any air it may have held inside. Oh great, here I am farting with each step I took. Thankfully, I was at the back of the pack so no one got to share my redolent contributions. I'll avoid that strawberry yogurt next time.
Three-fourths of a mile and I just had to slow down. But it wasn't that bad, I took maybe a dozen walking steps then started running again. And yes, I did finish the one mile. Though it had not been all that pleasant during the run it really wasn't that bad and the feeling afterwards of being back in the game is very satisfying. Yes, I need to stop making excuses and go running again.
Hope to see you there on Jones Beach on July 31 and don't worry I'll make sure I don't do anymore gaseous contributions.
Anyway, there's this Workplace (Running) Challenge here in Long Island and I said, why not join, what better way to start, right? So I did. A bunch of us at work decided to practice for the big run (big for me but for you real runners out there it's a measly 3.5 mile hop). We decided to start off with a one mile run. Doesn't sound tough - but like I said, I've stopped running for a while so that mile was a challenge unto itself. To start off, my shoe laces came undone after just several paces (I really wouldn't care wearing those Velcro-strap sneakers even if I would look like a kindergartner. I was probably absent from school when they gave instructions on shoe-lace tying). And then not even halfway through, I just wanted to stop. That's it I've had enough - who was i kidding. But no one else was sharing my sentiment so I went along. Some of my fellow runners where able to hold decent conversations like it was a work on the park. Somebody asked me a question and all I could do was grunt a monosyllabic answer.
Then halfway through the run my belly, having been shaken enough already, decided to push off any air it may have held inside. Oh great, here I am farting with each step I took. Thankfully, I was at the back of the pack so no one got to share my redolent contributions. I'll avoid that strawberry yogurt next time.
Three-fourths of a mile and I just had to slow down. But it wasn't that bad, I took maybe a dozen walking steps then started running again. And yes, I did finish the one mile. Though it had not been all that pleasant during the run it really wasn't that bad and the feeling afterwards of being back in the game is very satisfying. Yes, I need to stop making excuses and go running again.
Hope to see you there on Jones Beach on July 31 and don't worry I'll make sure I don't do anymore gaseous contributions.
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