Several of you have asked me what I think about when I run. My standard response (“when I run I think about running”) has apparently failed to slake your thirst for information. So here goes: my Top Six Thoughts During Today’s Six Miler:
- Does running in Yak Trax on five inches of newly fallen snow atop three inches of last week’s ice count as both the day’s cardio and resistance training? Or does it merely count as further proof I should be committed for psychiatric evaluation?
- I’m wearing every stitch of screaming neon orange Saucony ViZiPRO I own—surely the guy driving that plow can see me…
- Will Boris the Bulbous Blister ever heal? Or will he be my unwanted running companion all the way to Copley? (No—I did not name him. He named himself and revealed it to me in a dream.)
- Dear Mr. Plow Driver: the exuberant arm-waving is not part of my exercise routine…please wave back so I know you see my pathetic flailing neon orange-ness…
- Some spectators treat the marathon as one big party; there are barbeques all along the course. For this long-time vegetarian, this olfactory experience is sure gonna suck. How can I practice tolerating the smell of charred flesh while I run?
- Will the very pricey Garmin Foot Pod that’s (hopefully) affixed to my right sneaker’s laces still work once I extricate myself from the 30-inch snow bank where I’ve sought refuge from Mr. Freaking Clueless Plow Driver Who Needs to Get His Freaking Vision Checked?
So, there you go: my thoughts whilst running. Fascinating stuff, huh?
One final thought: Boston-area friends, please stay inside today (here’s an idea: use the extra time to hit my Children’s Hospital page and sponsor my run) —unless of course you’re prepping for the Boston Marathon or the Boston Prep or if you’re that rare breed of crazy tackling both. If that’s the case—why on Earth are you still reading this? Get out there! Go run! Now!
May your ViZiPRO be visible, your foot pod functional and your blister remain nameless…
Cheers,
Christine
GREAT post, my friend!
Thanks, A-man! 🙂
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