WARNING: The blog post you are about to read may contain overly-random ramblings and mild A.D.D./dyslexia.
This here is the story of my 14 miler today... I keep going round and round in circles trying to figure out where I should start this but I'm so frigging out of it. Enjoy the result... ask questions at the end. Here's a few cliff notes for those that can't keep up/give up on this post.
This here is the story of my 14 miler today... I keep going round and round in circles trying to figure out where I should start this but I'm so frigging out of it. Enjoy the result... ask questions at the end. Here's a few cliff notes for those that can't keep up/give up on this post.
- Deputy S went all MIA on me so I had to make back up plans for this mornings run.
- Introduce Back-up Plan: Lazy Runner*
- Attempt to sleep produces negative results
- 14 miler hilarity ensues
- Breakfast dilemma
- Pedicure bliss (despite 1,2,3 yes 3 toenails on the way out...)
- Attempt nap... produces negative results
- Write blog post.
Begin story.
Last night after enjoying a great dinner in honor of my overly pregnant - about to pop best friend Beaker Luv, I headed home at a respectable hour (read: lame) to hit the hay for my 14 miler this morning. After making my rounds with the goodbye's and picking up as much sh*t as they could throw at me (Beaker Luv's Husband: "Morgan you're lamer than me and I'm married with a kid due at any moment" - This is also from the guy who asked me what I wanted to drink when I got there and after requesting water, brought me a Bud Light. This is what I deal with.) before finally making my exit.
Deputy S had called during dinner but alas after not hearing from him about the running proposition I gave up and made a running date with my friend the Lazy Runner.* (Back story on him at the end) I made it home around 10, laid out my gear for the morning (is anyone else as O.C.D. as I am about this kind of thing?) and nestled into my glorious bed for all the glorious sleep I was sure to get... NOT! Oh yes I did! I just said NOT!
Insomnia has struck again. I tossed and turned, and turned and tossed. Stomach, back, fetal position... you name it, I tried it... it was all in vain. Sleep escaped me. So as I lay there begging the sleep fairies to come sprinkle their magical sleep dust on me, imagine my surprise when I get a text at 2:34 am... from the Lazy Runner.
"Call me twice if I don't wake up."
You have got to be kidding me. His wake up call from me is set for 4:45 am!!!
Cue 4:45 am... Ring, ring...
Lazy Runner: GOOD MORNING!!!!!!!!!!!!! Alright let's DO THIS! Meet you at the trail head!
Me: Speechless.
Sure enough, 5:20 am there he is at the trail head... stretching out... drinking a large coffee. Call me crazy but normal "runner's" don't do this. But then again, Lazy Runner, is not your average runner. So we stretch, he finishes his coffee and away we go!
The miles flew by, the sun came up, the conversation touched on everything from growing up, being single, running, boys vs girls, etc... before I knew it we had gone from Baldwin Park to Oviedo and were headed back! And get this... at a 9 minute pace!!! We're talking absolutely even 9 minute splits! We were having so much fun, we were being waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy to overly chipper to everyone we passed and are guilty of singing aloud and randomly shouting at one another. Yup we were those runners. Don't judge.
As we hit the Cady Way bridge that goes over Semoran Blvd however, I was really starting to feel the run, my aching knee and the incline... Lazy Runner starts razzing me telling me we have to sprint up... so we sprint up. Then he tries convincing me to go down some random @ss trail off the running path... I. Don't. Think. So. I am O.C.D. I map out my runs, know where all my bathroom and water stops are and always have a set time in mind. Not Mr. Spontaneous over here. He likes to go "exploring" when he runs. I should've seen this coming after several failed attempts at luring me down some... he suddenly grabs my arm and drags me into Baldwin Park.
Me: W.T.F?
Lazy Runner: Come on, it'll be fun!
Cue Beastie Boys "Sabotage" music. Now imagine you're a nice middle class couple happily enjoying your breakfast on your lanai when suddenly two crazy @ss runners come barreling through your back yard, into the sprinklers and then continue on through your neighbors. You have just pictured how the next 2 miles of my run went like. I chased his crazy @ss through so many back yards and alleyways and grassy knolls... it was nuts... but it was so much fun!
... well that is until I couldn't deny the knee pain any longer and with 1/2 mile to go admitted defeat and walked it in. Lazy Runner yelled at me for not telling him sooner but also knows I'm stubborn so said it didn't surprise him. And what do you know, he was a little tired too... after all, as he admits to me, he hasn't run more than 10 miles in a few months. I hate him.
After finding our way back to the cars I headed home, ice bathed it up, elevated and went to make one of my patented glorious breakfast's when I open the fridge and find it bare. Running Roomie has friends in town and they ate all my frigging food. This did not make me very happy. I was hungry enough to eat a small child for goodness sakes! I considered running to the store to grab stuff to make and then realized if I did this I would wake them all up to the smell of my glorious breakfast and they would want some. I was done "sharing" with them so I begrudgedly went to Panera Bread instead. Cue mediocre breakfast....
With "breakfast" ate I headed over to the nail salon to join Beaker Luv for a pedicure, she was hoping to induce labor and I was hesitate to expose my busted up feet to the nail tech... I have not 1 but 3 toenails on the way out and she just looked at me with this puzzled look on her face and asked, "what you do yourself?" I run. I earned these black nasty toes and I'm proud of them!!! (Ok I really didn't say that last part)
Pedicure = GLORIOUS!!!! My feet look almost pretty again and the massage was euphoria. I left the salon and promptly headed for my bed for a much needed nap.
FAIL.
*I met Lazy Runner through a mutual friend at a race awhile back. He used to run track and cross country in high school and college but not since. He's FAST. As in 15 minute 5k's fast. He is doing the Marine Corp Marathon in November and hasn't even begun or thought about training. He runs whenever he feels like it and then just decides to do a race and finishes in the top of his age group. Every single time. I hate him. (Not really.)
Last night after enjoying a great dinner in honor of my overly pregnant - about to pop best friend Beaker Luv, I headed home at a respectable hour (read: lame) to hit the hay for my 14 miler this morning. After making my rounds with the goodbye's and picking up as much sh*t as they could throw at me (Beaker Luv's Husband: "Morgan you're lamer than me and I'm married with a kid due at any moment" - This is also from the guy who asked me what I wanted to drink when I got there and after requesting water, brought me a Bud Light. This is what I deal with.) before finally making my exit.
Deputy S had called during dinner but alas after not hearing from him about the running proposition I gave up and made a running date with my friend the Lazy Runner.* (Back story on him at the end) I made it home around 10, laid out my gear for the morning (is anyone else as O.C.D. as I am about this kind of thing?) and nestled into my glorious bed for all the glorious sleep I was sure to get... NOT! Oh yes I did! I just said NOT!
Insomnia has struck again. I tossed and turned, and turned and tossed. Stomach, back, fetal position... you name it, I tried it... it was all in vain. Sleep escaped me. So as I lay there begging the sleep fairies to come sprinkle their magical sleep dust on me, imagine my surprise when I get a text at 2:34 am... from the Lazy Runner.
"Call me twice if I don't wake up."
You have got to be kidding me. His wake up call from me is set for 4:45 am!!!
Cue 4:45 am... Ring, ring...
Lazy Runner: GOOD MORNING!!!!!!!!!!!!! Alright let's DO THIS! Meet you at the trail head!
Me: Speechless.
Sure enough, 5:20 am there he is at the trail head... stretching out... drinking a large coffee. Call me crazy but normal "runner's" don't do this. But then again, Lazy Runner, is not your average runner. So we stretch, he finishes his coffee and away we go!
The miles flew by, the sun came up, the conversation touched on everything from growing up, being single, running, boys vs girls, etc... before I knew it we had gone from Baldwin Park to Oviedo and were headed back! And get this... at a 9 minute pace!!! We're talking absolutely even 9 minute splits! We were having so much fun, we were being waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy to overly chipper to everyone we passed and are guilty of singing aloud and randomly shouting at one another. Yup we were those runners. Don't judge.
As we hit the Cady Way bridge that goes over Semoran Blvd however, I was really starting to feel the run, my aching knee and the incline... Lazy Runner starts razzing me telling me we have to sprint up... so we sprint up. Then he tries convincing me to go down some random @ss trail off the running path... I. Don't. Think. So. I am O.C.D. I map out my runs, know where all my bathroom and water stops are and always have a set time in mind. Not Mr. Spontaneous over here. He likes to go "exploring" when he runs. I should've seen this coming after several failed attempts at luring me down some... he suddenly grabs my arm and drags me into Baldwin Park.
Me: W.T.F?
Lazy Runner: Come on, it'll be fun!
Cue Beastie Boys "Sabotage" music. Now imagine you're a nice middle class couple happily enjoying your breakfast on your lanai when suddenly two crazy @ss runners come barreling through your back yard, into the sprinklers and then continue on through your neighbors. You have just pictured how the next 2 miles of my run went like. I chased his crazy @ss through so many back yards and alleyways and grassy knolls... it was nuts... but it was so much fun!
... well that is until I couldn't deny the knee pain any longer and with 1/2 mile to go admitted defeat and walked it in. Lazy Runner yelled at me for not telling him sooner but also knows I'm stubborn so said it didn't surprise him. And what do you know, he was a little tired too... after all, as he admits to me, he hasn't run more than 10 miles in a few months. I hate him.
After finding our way back to the cars I headed home, ice bathed it up, elevated and went to make one of my patented glorious breakfast's when I open the fridge and find it bare. Running Roomie has friends in town and they ate all my frigging food. This did not make me very happy. I was hungry enough to eat a small child for goodness sakes! I considered running to the store to grab stuff to make and then realized if I did this I would wake them all up to the smell of my glorious breakfast and they would want some. I was done "sharing" with them so I begrudgedly went to Panera Bread instead. Cue mediocre breakfast....
With "breakfast" ate I headed over to the nail salon to join Beaker Luv for a pedicure, she was hoping to induce labor and I was hesitate to expose my busted up feet to the nail tech... I have not 1 but 3 toenails on the way out and she just looked at me with this puzzled look on her face and asked, "what you do yourself?" I run. I earned these black nasty toes and I'm proud of them!!! (Ok I really didn't say that last part)
Pedicure = GLORIOUS!!!! My feet look almost pretty again and the massage was euphoria. I left the salon and promptly headed for my bed for a much needed nap.
FAIL.
*I met Lazy Runner through a mutual friend at a race awhile back. He used to run track and cross country in high school and college but not since. He's FAST. As in 15 minute 5k's fast. He is doing the Marine Corp Marathon in November and hasn't even begun or thought about training. He runs whenever he feels like it and then just decides to do a race and finishes in the top of his age group. Every single time. I hate him. (Not really.)
2 comments:
9 minute miles? GO YOU! That is kick arse. Also I hate him too.
wow i wish i could run...try and try but bleah cant do it
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