Thoughts Per Mile

This last weekend was glorious. Not because of all the things we did. Rather, it was because of what we didn't do. This weekend we did a whole lot of nothing. Relaxed, did a little shopping, enjoyed each other, and NAPPED!

I forgot what it was like before Marcus... Weekends were often dotted with lazy afternoons and dozing on and off throughout the day. Glorious stuff I tell you.

For the first time in ages Scott and I napped while Marcus did. BOTH TIMES. It.Was.Awesome.

We weren't totally lazy. Scott ran the Baker to Vegas run Saturday (which was why he was so spent on Sunday), and I got around to running my 9-miler Sunday after all the beautiful sleep.

Only two more weeks until the half. EEK!!
I'm still trying to decide if I enjoy the running and workouts more than crossing off each day with a specific colored Sharpie... :) 

Lauren did a post on her thoughts while she ran a half marathon, and I couldn't resist paying extra attention to my incredibly random thoughts as I pounded out the miles.

400 feet into my run - I'm not really feeling this run. Maybe I should have put it off until tomorrow. I think I need to pee... I should have left my water bottle at home. I don't want to carry this for 9 miles.

Mile 1 - Who keeps honking at me?! ...Wait, I think that's the song on Pandora. Whoops.
I still think I need to pee. I still hate carrying this water bottle.

Mile 2 - Why do I choose routes with all these hills?!

Mile 3 - I take back the hill complaints. This flat part of the route is zero fun. I'd rather run hills.

Mile 4 - I still think I need to pee...
Is that a pebble in my shoe?! UGH! I can't stop now, that pebble is going to have to wait.

Mile 4.5 - Half way point, turn this puppy around and start heading home. Hallelujah!

Mile 5 - I'm pretty sure that man was smoking a joint at that house I just passed. I am in California... When in Rome, I suppose.

Mile 6 - Hey, I have some of that runners gel. Maybe I'll give it a try.
Oh my gosh, it has the consistency of a lugee. (Not that I know what a lugee is like. I don't know how to "do" those.) And tastes like tanning lotion smells. *Chuck remainder of gel.* Gross.

Mile 7 - These hills are much better while going down them.
Still hate this water bottle. Invest in one of those water belt thing-ys, as soon as possible.

Mile 8 - Almost there. One.More.Mile. All.Up.Hill.

Mile 9 - Done! What a minute, I'm still a half mile from home. I ran out too far and miss calculated. Whomp whomp.
On the upside, my miles per minute is better than I was hoping. YAY!
...Yep, most certainly have to pee.

For not "feeling" my run I wasn't mad at my pace. Might have wished for 9/miles, but this will do.

Moral of my thoughts: Just get out and run it, pee before you go, invest in a water belt (or whatever they're called), skip the running gel, hills are good for running down, and don't mind (or inhale too deeply around) the pot smokers along your route.

Boston will certainly be on my mind during this weekend's 10-miler.

Calling all runners, what flows through your mind while you're getting you miles in?