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an excuse to shop

4 August 2007

August 4 Saturday
8:50-9:20 a.m. walk/run

Today’s iPod shuffle:
Billy Jean—Michael Jackson
Southern Belles—The Faint (Rock-out violins are good for the running)
Track five, not chainsaws—Mitch Hedberg (a little laughing doesn’t hurt the workout)
Wise Up—Aimee Mann
I Believe—Stevie Wonder (today I refuse to skip through sappy songs)
Stereo—John Legend
Under the Sea—Little Mermaid (…what?)
Unwritten—Natasha Bedingfield

Almost didn’t run this morning, thinking about all the stuff I have to get done before tomorrow. But then I thought of one valuable thing Ex-Boyfriend used to say to me: if you make something a priority, you’ll find time to do it, no matter what. Didn’t work for him, but maybe it’ll work for my half-marathon.

So that’s what I did this morning. I said: I am going to run. I said this at about 8:15 when I got up, but didn’t get myself out the door until 8:45. Why is that? I got sidetracked with laundry to be done, and searching for clean running capris…

Fact #1: I need some cute new workout wear. Stuff that breathes and wicks and doesn’t-ride-up-my-ass-constantly and other technical terms. I have a feeling I’ll be more confident if I’m not running in my freshman orientation t-shirt and sagging yoga capris. Besides, if I’m going to take this seriously, I need the proper supplies. (I’ve managed to make working out into an excuse to shop. Delightful.)
Fact #2: I need new running shoes. Better bridge support=better performance, right? An initial search of zappos.com was a little overwhelming. 9 pages of 99 each and I don’t even know where to begin, aside from knowing I want crazy brightly colored running shoes that will scare the competition—and any stray dogs I find along the way.

If only new clothes and new shoes were all it took to make me marathon-ready.

In junior high PE I could jog a mile, without stopping, easily. 29 laps in the gym or whatever. How did I take that for granted?! Now I need to build up to it. I suppose it’s okay to admit that I need to work hard, and that I am nowhere near where I need and want to be. (woah, metaphor for life…) But I have to start small, and I have to work hard, and I have to get over myself a little and just do it. (Holy Nike, Batman! I think I finally get it!)

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