Ummmmmm....Dude, what is with childrens' television these days!?!? I especially enjoy the crying carrots near the end..haha.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I'm Lame.
Some of you know that I was supposed to run my first 1/2 marathon (that is, 13 miles) tomorrow.
Well, I am not one to back out of things that I commit to, and I hesitate now even to blog about this because it's actually one of my biggest pet-peeves.. when people don't follow through with what they say they're going to do.
So why my last-minute decision to bail, you ask? A number of situations contribute. First, you should know that I've developed a weird, ironic, and unprecidented affinity for running. Never in a million years did I picture myself as any kind of runner, much less running in a 13-mile race, which, by the way, I did pay money for. Four months ago I would have questioned the sanity of the person who willingly paid money to run. But I did it and I don't regret it. I do think that, even if not running the race, paying for it benefitted me in a different way because it motivated me to train 3 to 4 times a week, with one longer run each week, finally working up to 11 miles, and, though running races is apparently not my gig, I will continue to run a few times a week because I do truly enjoy it.
But the whole ordeal was turning into a giant pain in the a$$, and I don't enjoy it enough to stress over it. As if I don't have enough to stress about without having to stress over something as trivial as running. First, I was supposed to drive to Denver to pick up my race packet on Friday or today, which included my race number and a myriad of so-called "goodies" (guess it depends on what your definition of a "goody" is..hehe). That so didn't happen on account of having no time to do it. Second, though I'm not upset about the fact that I got ditched for the race, it would have stressed me out to go it alone, what with being surrounded by a crowd of 23897289 super-jocks, as I both hate crowds and I am far from being any sort of a super-jock. Finally, the transportion issue was causing me great anxiety, as I had only two options: I would have had to either, A.) Get dropped off at 5:00 in the morning in Denver to chill by myself for an hour in the freezing cold morning darkness surrounded by a bunch of chipper, bouncy athletes who were freakishly excited to be there, or, B.) Drive myself, which would entail me parking and taking a shuttle to the race start. Since I couldn't find anyone who would be able to pick me up 5 hours later, option #1 was out, and, sorry, but the thought of dealing with parking, taking a shuttle by myself, and then having to drive myself home after running the aforementioned mileage was making me nauseous.
While I will admit I'm a little bummed about this not working out, I am very, VERY proud of myself for sticking with the rigorous training schedule, and I do feel very much accomplished because of what I have achieved through this experience. And, don't you worry, I'll be back at it on Monday, well rested and rearing to go.
Overall, it's been an awesome experience in the long run... (hahaha, long run.. get it?!)
I told you, I'm lame.
:)
Well, I am not one to back out of things that I commit to, and I hesitate now even to blog about this because it's actually one of my biggest pet-peeves.. when people don't follow through with what they say they're going to do.
So why my last-minute decision to bail, you ask? A number of situations contribute. First, you should know that I've developed a weird, ironic, and unprecidented affinity for running. Never in a million years did I picture myself as any kind of runner, much less running in a 13-mile race, which, by the way, I did pay money for. Four months ago I would have questioned the sanity of the person who willingly paid money to run. But I did it and I don't regret it. I do think that, even if not running the race, paying for it benefitted me in a different way because it motivated me to train 3 to 4 times a week, with one longer run each week, finally working up to 11 miles, and, though running races is apparently not my gig, I will continue to run a few times a week because I do truly enjoy it.
But the whole ordeal was turning into a giant pain in the a$$, and I don't enjoy it enough to stress over it. As if I don't have enough to stress about without having to stress over something as trivial as running. First, I was supposed to drive to Denver to pick up my race packet on Friday or today, which included my race number and a myriad of so-called "goodies" (guess it depends on what your definition of a "goody" is..hehe). That so didn't happen on account of having no time to do it. Second, though I'm not upset about the fact that I got ditched for the race, it would have stressed me out to go it alone, what with being surrounded by a crowd of 23897289 super-jocks, as I both hate crowds and I am far from being any sort of a super-jock. Finally, the transportion issue was causing me great anxiety, as I had only two options: I would have had to either, A.) Get dropped off at 5:00 in the morning in Denver to chill by myself for an hour in the freezing cold morning darkness surrounded by a bunch of chipper, bouncy athletes who were freakishly excited to be there, or, B.) Drive myself, which would entail me parking and taking a shuttle to the race start. Since I couldn't find anyone who would be able to pick me up 5 hours later, option #1 was out, and, sorry, but the thought of dealing with parking, taking a shuttle by myself, and then having to drive myself home after running the aforementioned mileage was making me nauseous.
While I will admit I'm a little bummed about this not working out, I am very, VERY proud of myself for sticking with the rigorous training schedule, and I do feel very much accomplished because of what I have achieved through this experience. And, don't you worry, I'll be back at it on Monday, well rested and rearing to go.
Overall, it's been an awesome experience in the long run... (hahaha, long run.. get it?!)
I told you, I'm lame.
:)
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