A runnin' fool.

Yep, that's me. Well, at least I'm trying to be! I'm still healing from spraining my ankle playing bball a few months ago (which sucks, because I want to play bball all of the time when this weather is so beautiful!), so I've kind of had to take it easy on the running. Just going every other day. But I'm hopefully starting to build up to the miles I'm supposed to be at for my training program... its definitely getting a lot easier to run each time. However, the struggle is always getting my butt in gear in the first place. This is going to sound silly, but to be honest, one of the best ways to motivate yourself is to have "running clothes". I have some new shorts and tops that I have set aside specifically for running, and once I slip them on, I know its time to go.

Yesterday, the skies were clear and the sun was shining and I was able to get a short run in (right around 4 mi) -- I'm not sure what my problem is, but I have this mental/physical block that makes the first 3 miles the worst. Every time. It never fails. Even when I don't know that I've run 3 miles, it's always a little tougher until I hit a certain point -- then all of a sudden, *bam*, something hits me, I feel like I can run for another hour.


Last Monday, I finally had a chance to go golfing for the first time this season. Luckily, the friend who took me was super patient because I hadn't even hit the driving range this year before that point. We only did 9 holes, and it took me until the 5th hole to start hitting the ball consistently. Can I just tell you how nice it is to go with someone who is a really good golfer? He was giving me tips along the way, that helped settle me down and actually hit the ball when I took a swing. ha. Imagine that. Though it made me feel like an ass on the first few holes (he had fair warning!!), by the time we were halfway through, I was feeling better. And, it also made me feel a little better that the fellas that they put with us had me looking like Tiger (and no, it wasn't just because I was wearing a red polo). When I was hitting consistently, it only took me 2 shots to get to his drive, rather than the 4 it was taking on the first holes, haha. Hey, that's what happens when you go w/ a golf stud, I suppose.


Alas... back to thesis-izing. But this was fun. I'll be back tomorrow, me thinks. ;)