Today’s stats: 80°F, 80% humidity, 3.27 miles, 33 minutes, 259 calories, 5 gallons of sweat.
If I were a wiser woman, I would have gone running at 4:30 this morning, when it was only 70° out. But I am not, and so I rolled slovenly out of bed at 9 a.m.
I think I’m the only person in the blogging universe willing to post such awful pictures of me on the internet.
Some people do post photos of themselves looking all stunning and flawless and go, “oh, oh I look awful! Please excuse this photo of me with no makeup on!” The difference is that my photos actually are awful.
All for the sake of humor, my friends.
Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s talk about the actual run.
I’m still hesitant to go for a long run, so I’ve been taking this route through my neighborhood that allows me any number of short cuts home, in case I have some kind of heel or bunion trauma. When I first started running again, I did it one time, running and walking. Now I can run the whole thing twice.
At some point I’ll have to venture out of my comfort zone and start adding mileage, but for now this feels safe.
I started feeling a little barfy toward the end, and I was positively gushing sweat. I kicked into overdrive the last 20 yards or so – for no other reason than to just be done with it – and collapsed on the lawn.
I ran without socks again and it felt great. I felt cooler without that extra layer of soaking wet cotton between me and my shoes. I wouldn’t recommend wearing leather or suede without socks, but running shoes breathe. It’s true.
This is the farthest I have run sockless, and I don’t even feel a twinge of blister coming on.
Honestly, I was infinitely more uncomfortable walking around downtown Friday night in four-inch heels. Stupid.
I thought I’d sworn off heels for good, but…my skinny jeans fit me again and they just look radder when I’m 5’8″. Vanity rears it’s ugly head (heh).
I haven’t worn the skinny jeans in about a year and a half, folks. Actually, I last wore them the night I sprained my ankle. It was all downhill from there. I do love to run, but a nice side-effect is the skinny jeans. I should probably also credit Jillian’s psycho regimen of pushups, squats and lunges.
Oh, and meth.