So did I survive the run????

I know you've all been on pins and needles waiting to hear the outcome of my run. So the good news is no emergency services were necassary.

I started out procrastinating (as usual) made dinner, ate dinner, looked for head phones that fit into my phone, you know the typical distractions to prevent me from a good workout.

I finally ran out of distractions and had to just do it. Like the Nike slogan but with much less enthusiam, I left the comfort of my warm sweet home into the cold, harsh, rainy, outdoors. I begin to curse in a very low tone. A pletheria of curse words streamed from my lips until my lungs couldn't handle the dawnting task of breathing and cursing.

As I came to my first corner, my gasping for air was in full affect. Just then I see a wobbly skater, wearing full derby gear come around the corner. With the words of HotBoxxx reminding me that I need "20 minutes of elevated heart rate" I know that I should continue to run, but my derby instincts to recruit kicked in and I stopped. With my hands on my knees, my chest heaving, I squeeked out "What's with the skates" sure I could have been nicer but we are all lucky at this point I could still speak. She smiled and said "I'm gonna try roller derby."

I had to talk, recruit, serve my league well, certainly this would be excusable by you all. We shared a few words about the league and practices, I gave a couple of tips on how not to kill yourself on an outdoor skate, and then proceeded to say "I have to work on my endurance." We said our good byes and I took off again.

The moment my feet hit the ground I realized now I was going to have to run, no breaks, the entire rest of the way because this women, I just met, could see me and hold me accountable for not running. Would she start mocking me on the inside if I stopped. So like teenaged girl walking infront of the upper class, I pretended to be cool. " oh ya, I got this.. I can run no problem."

I prayed for the corner to come closer so that I could stop once out of her view. When I finally met the sweet end to my lung busting run I realized that eating enchiladas right before a run was a bad choice.

See I am learning... I learned that even when I procrastinate I still have to do it, I learned that I can run at a decent pace and not die, and that eating before a run is not good. Oh and that it's always ok to stop and talk derby...