Of Pants And Eggs

Hi there! Long time no see, eh?  I know it's been a week since I last wrote, but my schedule has been insane. (No pun intended)

Last week I discovered two important things: 

1) This training is actually the "pre-conditioning" stage in my training process.

2) I've been counting it wrong: I've counted distance, instead of endurance/time. Endurance can be a $%&#@. (Pardon my French)

I did some research, and restructured my training to do more walking than running for now, and I've scheduled an appointment to see a Sports Medicine doctor. Meanwhile I've done more power walks with my mom than teenagers at a mall.

Last Thursday the weather was perfect... to hit the beach and tan. I tried jogging, but it was too hot. I did some walking, but almost dropped to the floor to begin crawling à la Walking Dead Zombie.

The heat and the sun were so intense that I didn't feel very well, and I called it quits for the day. It's funny that for someone who is supposed to be so "tropical", I can't seem to handle heat and sunlight very well. I feel like I'm going to melt like the TrueBlood vampires. If it turns out that I'm a vampire, I hope I don't sparkle as much as the Twilight ones. 

During the weekend I took my pre-training break, and focused on spending some QT with my family and friends. 

Yesterday I went back to the track with my mom, and we encountered a few interesting characters: 

1) The Matchy-Matchy Gals, divided into 3 lovely bunches:
   -The Serious Runners,
   -The Seriously Fatigued Runners, and
   -The Gossipy Walkers.
The last bunch looked like Real Housewives cast members in sports fashions (hair and make-up included; martini glasses missing), and every time we went past by them we heard new gossip about someone they knew. 

Stretch Responsibly

2) The Egg-Crate Runners: These two lovely older gentlemen were sporting some running shorts from the 70's, which with their current physical shape, it made the shorts look like hot pants in the back, and like an egg crate in the front... There will never be enough brain damage to get rid of that memory. 

3)Mr. Cranky Pants: A young man (about my age) who ran in the opposite direction, and who seemed to be having some mood disturbances every time he ran by past us. His facial expression changed from looking focused to looking constipated while wearing uncomfortable shoes. You know that look you give someone when they step on your toes? Yup, that one! Every. Single. Time. At some point my moth mentioned wanting to stop him to give him my business card for a private therapy session. He reminded me of those moments when we get cranky because something doesn't fit right.

Our 1-hour power walk was entertaining. There were more characters, but I'll leave those for later. For now, I'll wait for this Chantal Storm, which has made me wonder if it'll leave us looking like 80's rock stars. 

Later, gators! 

B.