5.55 Miles (7:20-8 min miles)
Seriously Sweaty Strides
You know those fabulous runs where you feel great and everything just clicks. Yeah, yesterday wasn’t one of them. I was crabby and while I ran I naturally brooded in my crabbiness. And since it’s Thursday, I embrace my mid 1990’s rapper and I get all real as shizzle here.
Why was I crabby?
-Gym lady. I ventured into a Body Pump type class on Tuesday night and some woman approached me all, “Oh you’re new here. Good luck. Go easy on the weights. This is so, so hard.”
Translation: Take it easy scrawnball. Better get the 2.5 lb dumbells.
Naturally I doubled my weight and breezed through the class barely breaking a sweat and fighting every urge to “accidentally” drop my weight on her toe.
Let it be noted, despite my lanky scrawntastic arms, please don’t ask me if I need help carrying super heavy things. You know, like a gallon of milk or a paint can. I just might stare at you with great disdain and then blog about it. I hoist 40-50 pound children around most days and can carry not one, but two gallons of milk at the same time. Shocker, I know.
Oh, the redeeming quality of the gym you ask? (no you didn’t, but I’m telling you anyway) Seeing that even the most toned stomachs of all after a few kids can still slap your chin when you’re doing plank jacks. So glad I’m not alone.
–It was hot. I know, I know. It’s been triple digits everywhere for months. Yada yada yada. But I pay a lot of money for perfect weather so I earn the right to complain when it’s not perfect. That said, the heat on my run was brutal. Around mile 2, my mid-afternoon snack started attempting a resurgence. I tried to ignore it and kept running. I felt like I was walking, but was pulling sub-8’s out of my overheated tiny hiney.
-My kids are camping. I’m not with them. Enough said.
–I have no reason to be. Yes, you read this right. I had no reason to be crabby, but I was. Great work meeting, I was getting in a nice run before meeting a few friends for dinner (“Hi ladies!”). Zero reason to be crabby and yet there I was getting my crab on like donkey kong, which only made the crabbiness worse.
A long cool shower, fabulous dinner with good company and a few hours later and I had sunk da funk. Bring it on Thursday. Bring it on.