behold I am a slug
I went for a run tonight with the group that meets every Monday at the Burren. (It's the Bur-Run, geddit?) Three point one miles, after not having run anywhere in some months. It felt fantastic. I just barely kept up with the slowest runners, who were very nice, and we all chatted a bit. There was casserole afterwards.
My reactions:
--Gee whiz are my sinuses clean.
--I like running but don't like racing. The people tonight seem okay with that. In my teens I had a lot of pressure on me to get into racing, because that was my parents' hobby and they couldn't understand why I hated competition. I just like running moderate distances. That love is still with me. Good to know it's still fun.
--What was true in my teens and twenties is still true in my thirties: if you go out for a run, a lot of people will stare at you as if you'd grown a second head. There were a lot of staid elderly people in the Magoun Square area who turned to watch us chugging past. You would think they would be used to joggers by now.
--Some of the people we passed looked a tad sketchy and I don't know if they would have harrassed a single female runner. I'm still finding out what neighborhoods are OK to be a pedestrian in, round here. Mostly, Somerville seems all sunshine and teddy bears and Lisa Frank stickers, in terms of safety and family-friendliness. But if there are worrying bits I should know about them.
--Running is an awesome way to get to know the city.
--Also to get to know some new people. I had some friendly conversations, hope to go back in a couple of weeks and have some more.
--I'm gonna be stiff for the next couple of days.
--Right now I feel like a bag of overcooked pasta, but in a good way. Going to brush my teeth and then become one with the mattress.
My reactions:
--Gee whiz are my sinuses clean.
--I like running but don't like racing. The people tonight seem okay with that. In my teens I had a lot of pressure on me to get into racing, because that was my parents' hobby and they couldn't understand why I hated competition. I just like running moderate distances. That love is still with me. Good to know it's still fun.
--What was true in my teens and twenties is still true in my thirties: if you go out for a run, a lot of people will stare at you as if you'd grown a second head. There were a lot of staid elderly people in the Magoun Square area who turned to watch us chugging past. You would think they would be used to joggers by now.
--Some of the people we passed looked a tad sketchy and I don't know if they would have harrassed a single female runner. I'm still finding out what neighborhoods are OK to be a pedestrian in, round here. Mostly, Somerville seems all sunshine and teddy bears and Lisa Frank stickers, in terms of safety and family-friendliness. But if there are worrying bits I should know about them.
--Running is an awesome way to get to know the city.
--Also to get to know some new people. I had some friendly conversations, hope to go back in a couple of weeks and have some more.
--I'm gonna be stiff for the next couple of days.
--Right now I feel like a bag of overcooked pasta, but in a good way. Going to brush my teeth and then become one with the mattress.