PREFACE: In Junior High, we were required to run a mile during P.E. ("physical education" for those who don't know because I heard somewhere that P.E. was called something other than P.E. in certain parts of the country and I can't remember what it was called but it was just WEIRD, anyway...). Running the mile was usually the first thing we did during the first 10+ minutes of P.E. class and after that we got to do other normal and fun physical education type activities like jumping jacks or ultimate fighting and such. If I could count - at all - I would devote some time to counting up all of those 10 minute "running the mile" P.E. sessions in the 7th and 8th grade, add them all together and then file a law suit against John F. Kennedy Jr. High, Cupertino, California, U.S.A. for damages over those minutes and hours of my life that I will never get back. My bff, Camper Caro, and I would occassionally hide along the baseball backstop and skip 1 of the 2 laps around the field and those were the only times I cleared that stupid mile run in less than 9 minutes. What can I say? I'm not a runner. I was a tennis player; short, fast, quick and jerky movements were my forte. And a damn good water polo player which is a completely different venue. Anyway... this is all a very dramatic way of saying... I F**CKING HATE RUNNING! Jogging, Running, Walk-Jogging, etc. Always have, always will. I think.
So, the other night I was reading my Wired Magazine when I stumbled upon an ad for the best tennis shoes (not for the purpose of playing "tennis", mind you) of 2007/2008 according to the High Tech Industry. Anyway... there was a pair that was green. BRIGHT BRIGHT florescent green and there was some ad copy that said some crap about being great for narrow feet and all terrain trail running and ubber grip and light weight turbo power and well... I just HAD to have them! It seemed only logical. So I ripped out the page, grabbed the phone and a credit card, handed it all over to Drake in one neat little package, complemented with a shit-eating GRIN and said "yo - take care of it, will ya? I'll just DIE if I don't have these shoes!" and she gave me a look like I had just dropped my brain on the floor, rolled her eyes up into her head like a medium in the throes of a bodily invasion and said "fine". Because the truth of the matter is - I don't ask for much; by way of material possessions at least. So when I really have to have something and it's a life or death situation like this one, I usually get my way. A week later my florescent green magically powered high tech shoes arrived. In a cardboard box. On my doorstep. It was like x-mas morning. I was so happy I nearly wept. It was then that I decided that I would become a career jogger. I'm always busy and interrupted after work during the week, so I made a plan that I would wake up 1 hour earlier and go jogging every morning for the rest of my life, no exceptions permitted; period. So my plan started last Sunday night. It's been going quite swimmingly so far because I haven't had to suffer through actually doing it yet. Monday morning I was awoken by my alarm and decided that the 1rst days are always the hardest so I should just skip it and go back to bed. The next day my alarm woke me up and I promptly yanked out the cord and threw it across the room whilst shouting some sleepy profanities about the utter absurdity of JOGGING as a form of exercise. Wednesday morning I was dertermined. I woke up with the alarm, pitter pattered my way to the bathroom to relieve myself and then decided that my pee wasn't the right color and surely that could only be explained by a lack of ample sleep and that maybe an hour more of sleep or so would improve my urine quality as well as my overall health. and so I went back to bed. The rest of the week went pretty much the same. I plan to continue this new workout routine every morning because my shoes really are just too beautiful to let sit in a shoe rack, un-admired by all. I'll keep you posted on my progress.
Thanks in advance for your support.
2 comments:
The only reasons to run are 1) you are about to miss a bus or 2) someone is chasing you. Otherwise, I just don't get it. Can't ya just wear the shoes to work or social events?
I also have a new sport-related accessory. T. got me (via ebay) this fancy bag for my yoga mat. I worry, in fact, that it may be too conspicuously fancy. Thus far it has really only been to that snooty hot-triathletes yoga class that I had to slink out of halfway through. When I go to my local, much friendlier yoga class, it hangs out in the trunk. But it still brings me joy- stashed in a corner at home most of the week or in the trunk each Tuesday. My point, were I forced to have one, might be that the shoes are already doing what they should do by bringing you happiness. Why make them jog?
The only reasons to run are 1) you are about to miss a bus or 2) someone is chasing you. Otherwise, I just don't get it. Can't ya just wear the shoes to work or social events?
I also have a new sport-related accessory. T. got me (via ebay) this fancy bag for my yoga mat. I worry, in fact, that it may be too conspicuously fancy. Thus far it has really only been to that snooty hot-triathletes yoga class that I had to slink out of halfway through. When I go to my local, much friendlier yoga class, it hangs out in the trunk. But it still brings me joy- stashed in a corner at home most of the week or in the trunk each Tuesday. My point, were I forced to have one, might be that the shoes are already doing what they should do by bringing you happiness. Why make them jog?
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