Week three! I bought a treadmill at the start of the week, and it proved to be one of my best purchases. The precipitation seemed relentless, so I was glad to have it. It’s now in my basement and accepts no excuses, of which I usually have an endless supply.
I ran even on my off days this week, just a mile or two, because I couldn’t find a reason not to. I felt great and had some time to kill (a rare and beautiful thing). It’s hilarious to me that it’s possible to feel so lazy while running with the help of my iPad, which I had mounted on the treadmill. I made it through my long run of the week by watching four episodes of “The Office.” I felt foolish laughing out loud alone in my basement, but not nearly as foolish as I would have felt doing that at the gym in front of other people. Win! It also helped me feel safer; I was running with a headlamp outside because, as it’s winter and all, it’s usually dark when I get home and ready to run. Even though it’s pretty ridiculous and paranoid of me, I always imagine someone is following me… I’m sure I’ll feel this way for the first five minutes of the marathon as well. When the weather gets nicer (read: warmer and dryer), I’ll head back out to those rolling hills, but for now I have a new love in my life (which I never thought I would ever say about a treadmill).
I don’t know about you, but my mind wanders to mysterious and strange realms of thought while I run, and I found myself thinking I’d found the cure to childhood obesity with my treadmill/tv union. Someone get Michelle Obama on the phone! I also realized the striking similarities between country and hip-hop. Both genres pay tribute to their “can’t tell me nothin’” way of life, girls shaking their behinds, and alcohol. Both also take clear stances on gun control and fashion. Beyond analyzing my selection of running music, I also find myself having one-sided conversations that may or may not ever take place in real life and envisioning all sorts of future scenarios, few grounded in reality.
The red foot saga is this: a few weeks ago I ran in Burlington and foolishly stepped in an icy puddle. My foot was instantly soaked, and remained so for the rest of my run (at least a couple of miles). Soon after it became itchy, and I absentmindedly scratched at it until I realized it was raw and bleeding and disgusting. It is, thankfully, finally going away with some tender care and attention. My recent ailments, however, are soreness in my left shoulder (which I assume is due to incorrect running form – something I hope to address at Green Mountain Running Medicine Shop this week) and constant stomachaches. I’m still trying to tweak my pre-running snacks and timing. If I have to run 26.2 miles with a stomachache it will NOT be a fun experience (because I’m sure without one it will be a party!).
My wedding dress comes in on May 29, when I should be in peak running shape, so here’s to hoping that it will need significant altering! Run on, friends. Until next week!