So, I ran a mile today. Without stopping. No big deal to most people but to a big girl like me it's an accomplishment. I've been working up to it for some time; running parts but walking in between. I love to run and now that I can finally run a mile again I will start to call myself a runner. No, I won't, but it felt good writing that. Running is a chance for me to clear my mind. That being said, here is a quick recap of my internal monologue tonight during my mile trek.
Ok, here I go. Run, run. Hey this feels good. Good pace. Run, run. Good song. I like Maroon Five. Glad I bought this Ipod. Glad I have a fourteen year old who can fix my Ipod. Run, run. Still doing well. Glad I have this music on so I can't hear my heavy breathing. I think that psyches me out, hearing my breathing like a dog in the heat of summer. Run, run. Should I stop? No, keep going. Run, run. This song is not a good running song. It makes me a little sad; 'talking to the moon.' Keep pace. Run, run. Should I stop? No keep going. Run, run. Second wind, maybe; hopefully. Run, run. I want to walk. Don't. Run, run. Better song; Smashing Pumpkins. Run, run. 'Be the change you want to be.' Who said that? Was that Billy Blanks or Dahli Lama? I can't remember. Run, run. You know what I need right now? I need that Nike commercial; hard work. Can I just play that ad on my Ipod? Am I the target audience of that ad? What was the product? Shoes, maybe. I suppose I might be the target audience. I love shoes. Run, run. Or is it a Gatorade commercial? I don't drink much Gatorade, but if I could sweat neon orange I might. Run, run. Paseo Circle. Oh my gosh, I'm almost done. Should I stop? No, I've come this far. Run, run. Keep pace. I must look ridiculous; this big girl, desperately attempting to put one foot in front of the other, panting away. Run, run. Almost home. I'm proud of myself. I want to die, also. Run, run. DONE!!!!!
A whole mile, (which, I am aware is not a marathon or anything,) and my deepest thought was shoes. Ah, it's good to run!
