Money Raised: Somewhere around $1,200
Days of training: 3
Miles logged: 4
Today, three things happened: I ran four miles. Outside. Without my iPod.
Well, four: I survived.
OK, five: And wanted more.
Today was the third Team in Training workout this season, and that's what we did. We ran. Some went four miles, most went six. For me, it wasn't the first time I completed a four-mile run; I was doing those at the gym in July to prepare for TNT.
It was, however, the first time I've run outside, with other people and, as aforementioned, without my iPod.
My iPod is my running crutch. It motivates me (try avoiding a burst of speed when Destiny's Child is shrieking, "I'm a SURVIVOR, I'm gonna MAKE IT" in your ears); distracts me (it's hard to pay attention to splintering shins and aching lungs when you're flipping through Maroon 5 and P!NK to get to Long Beach Dub All Stars); and times me (confession: When I say "run," I mean "jog/walk intervals"). Without it, I had to rely on ... myself.
It was exhilarating to jog past my own expectations, and set a new bar for myself. It was frustrating to have to stop and walk as often and for as long as I did. It was wild to run to a cheering finish line. It was surprising to have stopped and wished I'd have pushed myself to run more than I walked.
It was unnerving to start looking forward to next Saturday's run within minutes of finishing this one.
The best part was the pride I wore like a badge all day today.
"What's up, fellow drivers. I just ran four miles. I'll run further next week."
"That's right, Safeway check-out lady. I ran four miles this morning. I'm doin' it again next week."
"Costco Sample Guy, you can't tempt me with your mayonnaise salad today. I'm in training. Four miles today."
And to you, much-beloved readers. Today, you are not as cool as me. Today, I ran four miles.
But I still love you.
Golden Beet Salad with Cotija and Pepitas
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An upcoming trip to Mallorca and Portugal has motivated us to tweak our
eating habits a bit -- gotta look good when visiting those beautiful,
sun-kissed...
I luv luv luv this blog post - because I can just hear the self-assured swagger in your voice all day. Good for you, girl - so proud of you!!!
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