chapter nine: the wind in my sails

someone once told me that i was a lot taller than they had expected, and that because of my daddy long legs, i'd probably be cut out as a fast runner. i thanked them kindly, and ensured that i was actually a lot taller than i had planned to be. i figured i'd stop growing up at around 5'5'', but i just carried on. i also noted i was more or less a mediocre runner, at best.

we laced up tonight and headed back with sparky for round two of track tuesdays. 8x400m repeats. the idea of running one lap at a time, fairly quickly, eight times over, seemed tumultuous and unnecessarily complex. running to the mailbox is more my pace. mama kirst lead off the 2nd group, which was like being chained to a mad man. the absolute desire to keep up, but the loathing that she's a little blast of energy. the woman has more go than i do.

there was this hard, and totally obnoxious wind that would pick up and push you backwards just as we were nearing the final turn tonight. it made 8 laps absolutely exhausting. i mean, it is pretty easy otherwise. i was just faking the asthma attack. the funny thing is, the entire time i was running, i had to use the facilities. we're talking boarder line pissing of the pants. being pushed back when all you wanted to do was finish so you could use the washroom is a slight annoyance. to say the least.

today was a physical success, as i pushed my body in the direction that i wanted it to go in. i said, you will dance for me puppet. my first lap was quick, 1:35. fell back a bit between 2 and 3. 4th was nearly backwards, 1:52. took a rest and finally used the bathroom. 5th was middle of the road, fell back again to 1:49 around the 6 and 7. 8 i said, i'm the best friggen runner out there, my calf muscles aren't here right now, and i'm desperate for a gembolt. finished up with a 1:43. i know i can do better, but my calves started acting up again. it's time to get this under control, so for a massage i will go. $5 extra... noooo!!

it's funny, on occasion (the daily occasion) exercising is truthfully becoming more and more like crack. the trouble with crack, is that once you start, it's very difficult to stop. much like the snack pringles. this is EJ to me. there's a more-ish quality to EJ, that would make it a very good product for drug dealers. i was lucky enough to have three of the EJ boys come visit me this afternoon, for a mid-day tea. it was like a 'bring your drug dealer to work day.' what a perk. gotta love those crazy adrenaline junkies.