Thursday, March 29, 2007

Who's your mama!?!?!

First, I should apologize to my loyal readers for the gap in postings. I am sorry if I disappointed you or created some kind of gap in your life. Please accept my sincere apologies. With that said...SUCK IT UP. Okay. On to the good stuff.

I kicked some major ass tonight. Major. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it very far since the Reuben from lunch was sitting pretty darn heavy in my gut. Layered on top of the Reuben were some Reese's Pieces, a Reese's peanut butter egg, a few Swedish fish, and a Butterfinger thing. I surely had enough energy, but was it going to make me hurl somewhere along the way? I put on my Mizuno's, strapped down the girls, grabbed the iPod and out the door I went. It was chilly. The sun was out and it was gorgeous, but it was brisk. I had dressed well and never overheated or froze. That was a good start. With the Mission Impossible 2 soundtrack kicking through my ears I was determined to complete the route that I had mapped for last night, but blew off.

The run was JAM PACKED with hills. I would say that probably up and down were even. And just for the record I DID NOT walk any of the hills. When in Wellsville I was panting and dying to make it up a hill. Tonight I did at least four decent hills. Most are long and gradual, but they are almost worst than just straight up. So anyway... It took me a little while to get into the groove, but somewhere along the way I got this warped friggin' thought of "This feels readlly good." I was overall comfortable, but concerned about the tightness in my Achilles. I still worry that my plantar fasciitis is going to return and that wouldn't make me happy.

The first part of the run was through a residential neighborhood with gorgeous old historic houses. This is also the street I live on. Turn left and now I am in a any-town USA neighborhood. Turn left again and it's more of the same except houses are bigger. Cross through an intersection and now you are in blue collar town. Construction trucks, dogs in fences, broken sidewalks just waiting to grab your ankle and take you down. Across a bride with a brief look at the river below. Nice. Take another left and I was in a seedy part of town. Not surprisingly this is the road you have to take to get to Stupid Boy's house out of Auburn. The sidewalks are awful. The houses are disgusting, but there is constant traffic and few people on the street so I am not horribly concerned about it. Take another left and now I am running down the Main Street, down a short hill followed by a VERY long gradual hill. This was a long stretch. Eventually, I take another left and I am in an okay part. This is where I was screwed. I couldn't remember the street names that I had mapped out and wasn't sure where I was or where I was going. In true Jennifer form, I ended up in the ghetto. I mean the Auburn projects. Granted, it wasn't like the projects in Atlanta, but it still was the projects. As I was running (at a faster pace) through this neighborhood I am getting cat called and guys are cranking their heads to get a better look as they drive by. I was freaked out, ut the adrenaline did me well. I made it out, hit my street, took a left and high tailed it back to my apartment.

Almost two hours later I am still freezing. My nipples feel like they have frost bite. It is a weird phenomena. I think I need to start strapping the girls down a little better. Ouch.

As I was strutting along I was thinking "The first mile was for Jeff...the second mile was for Charlie...the third mile..." and then I stopped that train of thought and instead started with "The first mile was for making it on my own. The second mile was for making my legs stronger...the third mile was my therapy for the day...the fourth mile was for..." I realized that I had reached a point where running had shifted as my outlet for anger to my time to really be proud of myself and keep working hard. I am seeing results (as slow as they feel) in many areas of my life. I am happy where I am headed. Look to the right and see what I accomplished today. I am proud. And I didn't walk. Any. Of. It. Kick ass.

I talked to Bill today, who is my potential new house mate. He seems nice enough and we are meeting Saturday afternoon to see if his boxer, Mitchell and Maggie get along. Of course, we also need to see if he and I get along. No worries. I am taking at least one person with me. Good thinking, huh?

Hmmm....what else? Thinking that is about it for now. I am pooped. I have taken Motrin and am thinking I will be sore tomorrow. I am also thinking it was worth it.

PS - Katie was inducted into momhood yesterday. She had to scrub poop off Emily's face.. *GAG*

1 comment:

KatieMc said...

Your loyal readers appreciate your newest entry. Keep up the great work both on the page and on the pavement. P.S. Okay, so that picture is not exactly better than the other. Don't you have any that I look like a milf in :)?