An appropriate lyric for me, I think, something an old undergrad professor noted about me once (man, I wonder what she's doing these days?), but it has little or nothing to do with the subject of this post...
Last night I participated in my first organized "fun run" - there is this running club that meets every Thursday at a local Irish pub, runs a 3-mile route, then sticks around for beers. Participate 6 times, get a free t-shirt (a rather nice one, too). It was witnessing this once, a couple weeks ago (same night I confessed my crush to Cutie Patootie Poo), that inspired me to start running.
Now remember, folks, Addled is a 32-year-old smoker (for 10+ years [!]) who is not much of an exerciser. Prior to the running, I had started to try some yoga at home, thanks to a nice beginner's video on YouTube, and pushups and situps once in a while. But running? That was beyond me, certainly.
A friend of mine, let's call her "Alison," said she'd run with me, and I gladly accepted, because she's a beginner too, so at least I'd have someone with me who sucked as bad I do. We went out Monday and Tuesday, running about 3 miles each time - well, running/walking, which is the advice I received from Cutie Patootie Poo, a girl who has run 3 freaking marathons - and we ran/walked also last night. We need to get better, because I had to kick it into high gear at the end last night in order to beat a couple of 50+ year olds to avoid last place...
I hope Cutie Patootie Poo (CPP) doesn't think my newfound interest in running has anything to do with her...it really doesn't, as a matter of fact. I'm doing it for me, to get in shape, to help me quit smoking, and, to quote one of my favorite lines from the most overrated movie of all time, "I want to look good naked". So, maybe part of it is for her benefit...
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Oh, you are too cute, little brother. My dear husband and I trained for an 8K together as our primary dating activity. We ran the race with a decent time, and said we'd take a one week break, then start training for the next one. That was 12 years ago, and our little feetsies haven't seen a road race since.
Keep it up, A&I! I'm so impressed by your commitment to health; I want you to live for a long, long time.
Well said, amy.
Overrated? Really? Man. I'd take a hundred overrated American Beauties for most of the schlock coming out these days.
@Amy: cute? CUTE?? Heck, I didn't know you and dear husband ran an 8k! Or maybe I did and forgot. I think I was pretty high all the time back then.
btw, I'm just Addled, not A&I - I suppose I'm saving "Inane" for some time if and when someone joins this blog, or maybe I'll cheat and make up a fictional character or something.
@Jenny: I know, I know - but sometimes the really good things are still way overrated. Example: the Beatles are the most overrated band of all time. WHAT??!! Yes, they were good, but there were better bands. I love these arguments, too, though, so maybe that comment means I'm itching for one in some way.
Ahem. I think I will be the judge of whether you are inane or not. So there. Nyah.
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