Here's the thing. I have fallen into the trap of believing that running is an inherently selfish use of time and that there must be a dozen other things more important for me to be doing at the moment.
I have lost my sense of myself as a runner. Not sure what to do about that.
Temperature: 52°
Distance: 3.25 miles
My wife said, "If there is anyone who can be thought of as a runner, it is you." So that was good to hear.
Night Kitchen Years
Boombastic (159 bpm) - Shaggy
The Brooklynites - Soul Coughing
The Idiot Kings - Soul Coughing
Local God - Everclear
Cupid De Locke - Smashing Pumpkins
The Interlocutor - Squirrel Nut Zippers
Never Here - Elastica
Ball of Confusion - Duran Duran
In the fall of 1996, I weighed about this much. But I didn't run, and I was a smoker. I could not, then, have run 3.25 miles. This is important to remember.
2 comments:
Very important to remember, and germane to your point about the tree ... she wrote cryptically.
First off, love that picture, love that movie.
Secondly, interesting problem. I always feel better about myself on days I exercise and I feel like crap on days that a cold or a strain or work keeps me away. Your identification of yourself as a runner or not I understand. When you don't do that thing you do, what are you? Something else, I guess.
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