So, um... ow.
I ran 19 miles today. In a row. My poor footsies! Walking immediately afterwards was perhaps more painful than running. No, not 'perhaps,' it was more painful. Also, my heart has been beating faster than normal since I finished at 9:30am. I can tell, because I have to breathe deeper and faster. It's freakin' weird, but I think I read somewhere that, after intense exercise, your body still keeps burning calories at a pretty high rate even though you are resting. I guess it's trying to heal itself from the punishment I have just inflicted on it.
You gotta figure that running outside for close to 3 hours is gonna lead to some LJ worthy stories... and I have two.
1) More than halfway through my run (at about mile 11) I was cruisin' along, feeling okay, when I see this guy off to the side of me ,and running in the grass, kind of make a big loop to turn around and sidle up behind me. He was SO CLOSE to me that I literally had to STOP and turn to look at him. He was not 6 inches away from me. What kind of #$%#%#^*# IDIOT, gets THAT CLOSE to someone... EVER?!!?! Here's why the son of a bitch did-- so he could look at my tattoo on my shoulder blade and ask me if it was Icelandic. I puffed out a "yes," and the jackballs said, "I thought so," and turned and ran off in the opposite direction. CREEP! I am not in a bar-- I'm running NINETEEN goddamn MILES!! Do NOT come up to me and try to start a conversation. He totally ruined my run, and I'm getting steamed just writing about it. Bastard.
2) Mile 18-- almost home! What was an almost peaceful last mile, was also almost my last mile EVER! There was a curve on the trail that had a big tree with low hanging branches, so you couldn't really see around it. Regardless, I was staying to the right of the trail like a good runner should. :) All of a sudden, some crazy idiot douchebag biker comes barrelling around the curve and I had to JUMP out of the way so that I would not get plowed by this fool bicyclist. I yelled, "SLOW DOWN SHITHEAD! FUCKING JACKASS!" I was really amazed at my ability to yell so loudly and clearly after running 18 miles and being so out of breath. Must have been the adrenaline from almost dying. Also, there was a little girl kind of running around on the trail with what looked like her mom and grandma that I had just passed. I really hope that fucker on the bike didn't hit and/or scare the crap out of them. Bikers are such jerks when it comes to the trails. It's ridiculous.
So, that was the crazy 19-miler today. On Friday, I sold my window AC on craiglist for eighty big ones. Craiglist is pretty much the best invention EVER. Found roomies on it, found a buyer for my AC. It's a beautiful thing.
Now I gotta wash some dishes and paint my toenails. Yep, my Sunday is super duper exciting.
You gotta figure that running outside for close to 3 hours is gonna lead to some LJ worthy stories... and I have two.
1) More than halfway through my run (at about mile 11) I was cruisin' along, feeling okay, when I see this guy off to the side of me ,and running in the grass, kind of make a big loop to turn around and sidle up behind me. He was SO CLOSE to me that I literally had to STOP and turn to look at him. He was not 6 inches away from me. What kind of #$%#%#^*# IDIOT, gets THAT CLOSE to someone... EVER?!!?! Here's why the son of a bitch did-- so he could look at my tattoo on my shoulder blade and ask me if it was Icelandic. I puffed out a "yes," and the jackballs said, "I thought so," and turned and ran off in the opposite direction. CREEP! I am not in a bar-- I'm running NINETEEN goddamn MILES!! Do NOT come up to me and try to start a conversation. He totally ruined my run, and I'm getting steamed just writing about it. Bastard.
2) Mile 18-- almost home! What was an almost peaceful last mile, was also almost my last mile EVER! There was a curve on the trail that had a big tree with low hanging branches, so you couldn't really see around it. Regardless, I was staying to the right of the trail like a good runner should. :) All of a sudden, some crazy idiot douchebag biker comes barrelling around the curve and I had to JUMP out of the way so that I would not get plowed by this fool bicyclist. I yelled, "SLOW DOWN SHITHEAD! FUCKING JACKASS!" I was really amazed at my ability to yell so loudly and clearly after running 18 miles and being so out of breath. Must have been the adrenaline from almost dying. Also, there was a little girl kind of running around on the trail with what looked like her mom and grandma that I had just passed. I really hope that fucker on the bike didn't hit and/or scare the crap out of them. Bikers are such jerks when it comes to the trails. It's ridiculous.
So, that was the crazy 19-miler today. On Friday, I sold my window AC on craiglist for eighty big ones. Craiglist is pretty much the best invention EVER. Found roomies on it, found a buyer for my AC. It's a beautiful thing.
Now I gotta wash some dishes and paint my toenails. Yep, my Sunday is super duper exciting.