06 June 2013
Stream of Consciousness
The thoughts running through my head as I'm running through my neighborhood at night:
-WHY didn't I stick to a training schedule? This is ridiculous... CRAMMING for a race.
-Has it really been 18 years? Oh my God! 18 YEARS sounds old.
-You know what? I can totally do this. No problem. Just like high school. Kind of.
-I should do this all the time.
-WHO put this song on my play list? This song makes me want to quit.
-Horrible running song. Did I hit "shuffle?" SKIP!
-Wow, I look tall (in shadow form). Wouldn't it be funny....
-OUCH! Knees! Do I have regular 36-year-old knees, or are my knees extra shot? They hurt.
-Wonder if my volume is too high. Am I blowing out my ear drums?
-I don't care... LOVE this song. Reminds me of Tom. LOVE Tom.
-OUCH! Sciatica! Three back labors did me in.
-Wonder what regular labor feels like. Guess I'll never know exactly.
-Are we done? Yeah, probs done.
-Do people LIKE running? I used to like it. Wait. Did I?
-Are those people (a whole block away) staring at ME? Can they hear me breathing?
-Do I look like I might pass out? I need to pace myself... or I'll never make it home.
-Going too fast. Hurts.
-Oooh, forgot about this song. LOVE this song. LOVE IT!
-Let's sprint the rest of the way!!! YES! I can totally sprint 3.1 miles.
-Seriously... It's only THREE MILES. Why add the .1? That's dumb. OUCH!
-If I fell RIGHT HERE, would Tom find me? I should've told him my route before I left.
p.s. I posted this to Facebook the night before my 5K.