I realize this is supposed to be a food blog, but, to be honest, I feel like the recipes really address that. I don’t understand why this theme REQUIRES me to do MORE writing, but since it does, I decided to write about whatever the fuck I want to write about.
I went on my second run since I decided to start training for the half later this year. To be specific, I haven’t actually started training yet–that doesn’t start until I’m in Rome. But, I figured it would be better if I slowly transitioned into running again, in lieu of just diving into it. So, I ran 7 miles last week and 5 miles this week.
The run wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t easy. I had to keep telling myself that the trick is to run at a comfortable pace, and not get bogged down by paces and passing and all that stuff.
It’s really hard not to get too discouraged, though, when an 83 year old man who’s basically shuffling along in the oldest pair of sneakers on pavement passes you. Followed by the two middle-aged housewives decked out in their Lululemon, and then, by the speed walker.
Yeah, that last one hurt.
I keep telling myself that it’s not about speed, it’s about endurance. These folks could be on mile 1, while I was on mile 4. They might never be able to last longer than 3 miles or 5 miles or even 8 miles, while I was training for 13.1 miles. And then, of course, there were all the folks that didn’t pass me, the invisible runners behind me who either kept apace at some set distance or fell behind.
I didn’t wear my earphones today, so I collected snatches of conversation on my route.
“I mean, she’s like totally embarrassed…”
“Oh yeah, his older brother used to work for the State Department…”
“So many people out here today… bikers, runners…”
Anyhow, this concludes my first ever blog post on here.
Let’s all eat this cake, now.