Pluck ate my first blog.
It was like, whine, whine, whine, I
don't like getting up early any more, I hit the snooze button way too
much, I forced myself to run at night this week, but I had the ability to complete all my runs on the marathon training schedule.
The
other part of the blog was about the weirdness that I am able to have
while running on the treadmill at home. I know, I know, all you purists
and only running outdoors are much commended.
But the dreadmill is a
great alternative for me and ensures that I never have an excuse to miss
a
workout. I was lucky enough to get one for my birthday almost 2
years ago so I was able to cancel my gym membership. What I didn't
realize was all the crazy stuff I had been holding out in because I was
in public before.
--I can yell out the number of the song that
I'm on when it starts. Another weirdness is that I like to keep track
of the time of my run by how many songs I've listened to. Songs are generally 4 minutes each so an hour-long run is about 15 songs....
-I can break out into random song.
-I can grunt when it hurts. Like a cavewoman. Adam still comes to bed with me every night so I guess this isn't too strange.
-I can randomly hurdle over imaginary objects.
-I can dance during my cool down.
-I can immediately stop mid-run and take care of business.
-I can immediately stop mid-run and go get something to eat.
-I can let my dog jump on during my cool down.
Harmful? No. Eclectic? Yes.
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