This is what I look like after 2.35 miles of running at 9:30 at night. ------------------------------------------------------------------->
Today was my second day of treadmill running. I still don't think
I want to make a habit of it. But it works well when you are out of town
i.e. in San Francisco where there are lots of hills. That will be for another blog
entry several months from now. CHUNKY GIRL RUNS A HILL. Oh how I can anticipate
the wheezing and huffing and puffing. But for now I'll pass.
So here's the scoop from my second day of treadmill running. This use to happen to me in college too. There is always some out of shape guys who wants to get on the treadmill next to me. And at some point he decided to run. Because he figures if she can do it I can too. What he fails to realize that I have mastered the art of pacing and am running at the same speed as others may walk. So this out of shape guys feels inspired by my treadmill antics and starts to run at a god forsaken pace. About five minutes in to it. He starts to hobble and breath really hard. But it would be a blow to his ego to just stop cause if she's doing it so can I right.
---WRONG!---
So the poor guys is dang near dying but his ego won't let him stop. Mind you I've already been running on the silly machine for over 2o mins and still have at least another 20mins to go.
---POOR GUY!---
Finally the guys give up and now both his ego and legs are sore.
---SO SAD!---
Well here to another 2 miles down and hundred more to go.
I loved this so frikin much. I too need to master the art of pacing like lame sauce guy. love you ashy-baby.
ReplyDeletehaha! way to move your ass, Marshae!:-)Pacing is good!
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