|Date:||2/28/2008 5:15 PM|
|Pace:||10:46 / mile|
VO2 Max: 28.1
Well, not all 57 minutes. The first mile is always hard for me. I have this conversation like, “I can’t wait to stop. When can I stop. My side hurts. Vera Ave. is long. Where is the golf course. It’s too sunny.”
Then something happens to me after the first mile. I feel like I’m powerful. I got to the golf course again and it was locked halfway in, so I took it as good luck, because it’s when I ran my 4 miles last week. I get up to Main Street, and I think, well, I can’t stop now.
I have this funny thing about running in front of people. I like it, I confess. Kim likes the trails, etc. Me? I like running by McDonald’s, Starbucks, the Mexican Restaurant, the bar, the bank. Why? I watch people watching me, and I think…they so want to do this. You there. You go ahead with your chicken nuggets. I also get off on smelling the grease that I’m not putting into my body, and somehow it spurs me on to keep running.
I doubt that I’ve ever done any exercise for 57 minutes straight. Ever. And, I can guarantee you that I’ve never done 5.34 miles of running. I have the Emerald 12K next weekend, so maybe I won’t completely suck at it.
Music that had me floating, from the Shawshank Redemption…
Red: [narrating] I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.
Yes. That’s exactly what I felt as I made my way down Main Street.