The Agony of Defeat...
Well, the last couple weeks have been rather interesting. I know it’s been a while since I posted, but…truth be told…I did write something at the midpoint of last week, and I posted it…but for some reason, it was deleted and will never return again. It was a long, glorious piece in which I used all of my creative talents (all two of them). I laughed and cried while writing it. Anyway, it was only on the Internet for the amount of time it took me to write it, and now it’s gone. So…I start a new.
I’ve taken up running as a form of self-torture, and it’s been working quite well. It works well as a torture device, not a weight loss aid or anything else healthy that I can easily notice anyway. That is not to say that I don’t enjoy myself when I run. Quite the contrary. I’ve had a blast! How, then, can torture be fun? Well…it’s all a mental game anyway, so I have fun with that aspect. For an example, take the race that I won First Place in…(insert dreamy look and hazy memories)
It was several weekends ago now, exactly when I can’t quite remember, but that is quite beyond the point. Anyway, it was a nice day and I went for a nice, short 5K run here in Ruston. It was a race put on by Add-Life Fitness Center (where I have a membership…do I get a month free for the free advert?!) and involved several nice hills. Anyway, 1 block into the race, and my MP3 player’s battery decided to die on me. I don’t know what the deal was with it, but it really was a letdown. Well, I plodded along for a bit with my legs screaming at me from mouths that had grown from my shins. Lo and behold! There is a girl riding a bike!!! “Hey, can I borrow your bike for 5 minutes?!” I ask hopefully. “This is a new bike. I don’t want sweaty people on it.” Gee…thanks little girl. At one point, we had to run up this hill that was like 4 blocks long and a nice grade, turn around and run back down it. I was about 1/3 the way up and someone was coming down (towards me). I jogged in place and then turned around and began to run down the hill only to be chastised by the lady. Sheesh…I was only kidding! Anyway, I finished the race and got first place. Well, first place in my age group anyway. Well, granted…I was the only one in my age group that ran…but that’s beside the point.
The race that I ran in this last Saturday was rainy, windy and cold. Well, cold is a relative thing and it really wasn’t bad, but the wind REALLY made it feel worse than it really was. I finished that race also, but not in first place. It was a great day in spite of the cold, wind and rain, and I still had a blast. Also, for those not in the Ruston area, NE Louisiana is kinda hilly, and I developed a new maxim for runners in NE Louisiana: "What goes downhill must come up."
Oh, Mr. Pilot Friend…that thing that you were telling me to look out for – It happened on Friday, so no more worries. ;-)
-LT
I’ve taken up running as a form of self-torture, and it’s been working quite well. It works well as a torture device, not a weight loss aid or anything else healthy that I can easily notice anyway. That is not to say that I don’t enjoy myself when I run. Quite the contrary. I’ve had a blast! How, then, can torture be fun? Well…it’s all a mental game anyway, so I have fun with that aspect. For an example, take the race that I won First Place in…(insert dreamy look and hazy memories)
It was several weekends ago now, exactly when I can’t quite remember, but that is quite beyond the point. Anyway, it was a nice day and I went for a nice, short 5K run here in Ruston. It was a race put on by Add-Life Fitness Center (where I have a membership…do I get a month free for the free advert?!) and involved several nice hills. Anyway, 1 block into the race, and my MP3 player’s battery decided to die on me. I don’t know what the deal was with it, but it really was a letdown. Well, I plodded along for a bit with my legs screaming at me from mouths that had grown from my shins. Lo and behold! There is a girl riding a bike!!! “Hey, can I borrow your bike for 5 minutes?!” I ask hopefully. “This is a new bike. I don’t want sweaty people on it.” Gee…thanks little girl. At one point, we had to run up this hill that was like 4 blocks long and a nice grade, turn around and run back down it. I was about 1/3 the way up and someone was coming down (towards me). I jogged in place and then turned around and began to run down the hill only to be chastised by the lady. Sheesh…I was only kidding! Anyway, I finished the race and got first place. Well, first place in my age group anyway. Well, granted…I was the only one in my age group that ran…but that’s beside the point.
The race that I ran in this last Saturday was rainy, windy and cold. Well, cold is a relative thing and it really wasn’t bad, but the wind REALLY made it feel worse than it really was. I finished that race also, but not in first place. It was a great day in spite of the cold, wind and rain, and I still had a blast. Also, for those not in the Ruston area, NE Louisiana is kinda hilly, and I developed a new maxim for runners in NE Louisiana: "What goes downhill must come up."
Oh, Mr. Pilot Friend…that thing that you were telling me to look out for – It happened on Friday, so no more worries. ;-)
-LT
posted by LaTech at 11:55 AM
2 Comments:
take the race that I won First Place in…(insert dreamy look and hazy memories)LOL.
I was totally picturing Wayne and Garth going "Doodle-do, doodle-do, doodle-do" and waving their hands in squigly lines.
I enjoy running myself....about as much as I enjoy taking the business end of a hammer squarely to the windward side of thy cranium.
Thanks for Friday.
Raptor
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