Not that I’m all that scared of heights, but I’m generally an extremely risk-averse person, which tends to make me boring. Exhibit A: I will not go on a roller coaster with you, or with anyone. I also won’t go skydiving, scuba diving (I want to! I want to! But I don’t want to participate in an activity where the sole purpose is to not die), or base-jumping, or white-water rafting (but that’s because I had a bad experience). I am not a daredevil.
Total mileage: 15 (plus one cardio day)
Longest run: 4.9 miles
Easy miles: 11
Rough miles: 4
Positive moment: first run with a female training partner!
I’m at the lake for the next two weeks: definitely facilitates running, as my aunt is also a runner. Also, it’s green here. How novel.
Some things should get the point and stop existing. The fax is one of them.
[But while silly neanderthals insist on using this ancient technology, the least they could do would be keep it up and make sure it does what it’s meant to.]
[CD players still work.]
[And cassette players.]
[And tin cans attached to strings.]
These two books in close succession remind me why it’s important to read: exposure to feelings you’re lucky enough not to have to tolerate: so much loss and pain, immeasurable.
So obviously I’m reading Tina Fey’s Bossypants now.
Total mileage: 15
Easy miles: 12
Rough miles: 3
Positive moment: despite exhaustion on Sunday, run in Central Park was really, really lovely.
Almost exactly a year and a half ago in January 2010, I made the commitment to run my first half marathon. Long distance running is sexy and respectable, and, having never been an athlete (poms and doing a vault or two on my high school gymnastics team sadly do NOT count), I thought it might be a task that would round me out a bit.
I haven’t been to Coney Island in four years. The beach was much nicer than I remembered, and the crowds were…well…about the same. But it was time much needed in the sun, bright but not too bright with a surprisingly cool breeze.
It’s hard to explain to non-animal people exactly the effect that being pet-less is having on me. When I was in New York this past weekend, I saw a cat through a vegan shoe store’s glass shop front and nearly ripped the door off its hinges in pursuit, before being told he might scratch me. Turns out, he tried to, but my cat-like reflexes, built and developed over nearly 23 years of cat ownership, taught me to catch cats’ paws’ flinches and dodge. To tolerate this better, throughout my time traveling, whenever I saw a sad stray or beloved pet on a leash I dodged through crowds or multitudes of motorbikes to get there.
This weekend (so far! It’s not even over yet!), I’ve had the opportunity (finally!) to walk New York (and yes, I know it’s totally ridiculous I haven’t had an ordinary opportunity to walk Boston…yet). Due to social plans or short weekends, I just haven’t been able to in many months.
I forgot about the color.
