Today, I took a run. Five miles to be exact. It's my first run past 3 miles in a few weeks.
I have been sick for about the last month. Don't even get me started. I'm like an old woman these days, launching into long narratives about my various maladies, ailments, and possible diagnoses. I've seen my doctor a couple times and - thanks to throat glands swollen up like golf balls - ended up with a z-pac last week. I'm feeling better-ish.
I am anxious to get training for my upcoming half marathon in October. October is not so far away friends and I have got to get moving. So I woke up this morning (and after a raging storm last night) the air was not I'm-Going-To-Die-Hot and a bit less humid than normal. I set off on my run. Slowly. One of my biggest complaints with being sick (I will only tell you one, I promise) has been fatigue. I knew my energy level was low. I took an easy slow pace.
The sun came out from behind the clouds, the humidity rose, and I was starting to lag. I did something I RARELY do. I walked. Not just once but twice! I never walk when running. EVER. First of all, I am one of those rare creatures that really does love running. I'm not fast, but I'd rather run than walk any given day of the week. Second, my running path is well traveled by everyone I know. I see no less than 2-3 people I know every time I run. So my second reason for never walking? Vanity.
But today my love of running and vanity was tossed by the wayside. I was sweating. I was exhausted. I didn't care. I walked. At 3 miles, I was not quite walking, more trotting slowly and contemplated my situation.
Drastic times called for drastic measures. I was going to have to pull out the big guns. I think you know what I mean.
As embarrassing as it is to admit publicly, I LOVE to run to this song. (You can watch it, I previewed it. Surprisingly clean.) As I hit the last and most monstrous hill on my way home, I scrolled to Flo Rida and pushed play. Three listens later, I was home.
(Side note: my 14 year old just said, "Why are you posting sweaty pictures of yourself on your blog for every one to see?" You may be wondering the same thing. Keeping it real, my friends. I just admitted to liking a Flo Rida song. This is a real as it gets.)
Because I am feeling generous and lovely, I am also posting a parody of the Flo Rida song by Divine Comedy, BYU's comedy troupe. I give you: "Class Can't Handle Me."
7 comments:
I'm so glad you posted this! You are a human, not the perfectly oiled machine I thought you were! :)
I'm so sorry you've been sick. I know you will blow that half marathon out of the water once October rolls around!
Also...I think I know someone's pretty test you might pass.... BAhahahahahaa!!!! (He would die knowing I just posted that!)
Darn! If I'd known we were having a post-run attractiveness contest, I would have taken a picture of myself after my 22miler today. I saw myself. It was ugly.
But, um. Who cares: cause 22 miles, hello?!
I have that song on my training mix too! Love it! :) That parody is great. And p.s. the pretty girl laying down at the top has totally fake looking tots. Oh yeah, I said it.
Love that you are keeping it real!
Love you!
I just bought a triple jogger!
way to keep it real! i had to try a new route yesterday bc of the new house and i forgot my watch so i thought i had run a lot more than i ended up doing. it FELT like a lot more. i was thinking 10 miles. turns out it was 7.3. but i did have a bajillion cyclists pass me by so i had to pretend to run faster each time i saw them. i call that heidi wind sprints. i guess it evened out. my next half is oct 29th. i'll be thinking of y'all whilst i train for mine.
Ok Carie, I love that song and I have also put it on my running mix, what else have you got?
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