someone lit a fire.....
....up under my ass!!!!!!
um, can we say holy fast batman?! i think so!!!
10:30am today, i go out for my run. its 60-ish, maybe, with mega cloud coverage that hints at rain... so basically...its perfect outside. so. i run. literally within 30 seconds of my run i'm like huh. this is weird. i'm not.... tired. ??
i'm not breathing hard. my legs don't hurt. i dont want to stop yet. for the first few minutes of my run??? this can't be right, but....ooooookay. i guess i'll just... go with it?? i've gotta get tired here in a minute, right?!
uh, no. in fact, i proceed to speed up. uncontrollably. SERIOUSLY. i was like whoaaaaa, what is there a rocket attached to my a**... WHAT is going on??? i tried, i TRIED to slow down, and couldnt.. i was a blur. zooooooom. i'm not entirely sure, but i kinda think i mighta broken the sound barrier.
but i'm not looking at my watch. i refuse. i really really want to, but i'm like, NO. wait till you get to the mile mark. which, since i'm going REALLY UNCONTROLLABLY FAST, comes rather quickly.
**beep beep beep** Mile Distance Alert.
i URRRRRCH to a hault, hit the timer and look at my time.
1.03 miles 9:04
um. WHAT???????????????????????????????
and then.... oooouuuuggghhhh. i think i'm gunna hurl. yeah i'm pretty sure i'm on the verge of spewing everywhere. omg. wtf. my shins. oooooooh my shins. i cant move my legs. oh i gotta sit down. breathe a.maria, breathe.
so i sit. for like, 5 minutes, and i do evetything in my power not to hurl. eventually i catch my breath, and i'm like okay. perhaps i'll walk back now. i think i'm on the verge of death. (9:oo mile? hello. i DO NOT RUN THAT FAST people. i was freaking out!)
but i didnt walk. i ran. again. fast. and when i was done? yeah. that pukey feeling stayed with me for quite a while.
apparently, my motto today??
haul ass like a donkey truck. and GO!
um, can we say holy fast batman?! i think so!!!
10:30am today, i go out for my run. its 60-ish, maybe, with mega cloud coverage that hints at rain... so basically...its perfect outside. so. i run. literally within 30 seconds of my run i'm like huh. this is weird. i'm not.... tired. ??
i'm not breathing hard. my legs don't hurt. i dont want to stop yet. for the first few minutes of my run??? this can't be right, but....ooooookay. i guess i'll just... go with it?? i've gotta get tired here in a minute, right?!
uh, no. in fact, i proceed to speed up. uncontrollably. SERIOUSLY. i was like whoaaaaa, what is there a rocket attached to my a**... WHAT is going on??? i tried, i TRIED to slow down, and couldnt.. i was a blur. zooooooom. i'm not entirely sure, but i kinda think i mighta broken the sound barrier.
but i'm not looking at my watch. i refuse. i really really want to, but i'm like, NO. wait till you get to the mile mark. which, since i'm going REALLY UNCONTROLLABLY FAST, comes rather quickly.
**beep beep beep** Mile Distance Alert.
i URRRRRCH to a hault, hit the timer and look at my time.
1.03 miles 9:04
um. WHAT???????????????????????????????
and then.... oooouuuuggghhhh. i think i'm gunna hurl. yeah i'm pretty sure i'm on the verge of spewing everywhere. omg. wtf. my shins. oooooooh my shins. i cant move my legs. oh i gotta sit down. breathe a.maria, breathe.
so i sit. for like, 5 minutes, and i do evetything in my power not to hurl. eventually i catch my breath, and i'm like okay. perhaps i'll walk back now. i think i'm on the verge of death. (9:oo mile? hello. i DO NOT RUN THAT FAST people. i was freaking out!)
but i didnt walk. i ran. again. fast. and when i was done? yeah. that pukey feeling stayed with me for quite a while.
apparently, my motto today??
haul ass like a donkey truck. and GO!
posted by a.maria at 11:06 AM
10 Comments:
Way to go! With your enthusiasm, you’ll crack that marathon without problems!
Woo hooo!! Shoes are on fire!
That pukey feeling means you were working hard, and for many of us is a sign of having eaten (I prefer the "et" declension) wrong. What had you eaten before your run? I find high sugar or salt concentrations to be a problem, also fatty foods. Any chance these were the cause? Correct the cause, go faster more often and who knows, you may be a 4 hour marathoner!
Faster than a hurling high sugar fatty food item ... it's a.maria!!
Way to kick it in, girl. You'll be mighty fast in no time. Keep at that speed work and you'll shock yourself how good it feels and how fat (good fat) your head feels afterwards.
i'm adopting that comment "haul ass like a donkey truck" HA.
is that ok?
heck yeah. i think thats one of the many little sayings i'll have written all over my arms during the M...
but i gotta give props where props is due... "haul ass like a donkey truck" is courtesy of Chicago Guy!!
i bust out laughing whenever i think of it while running! love it.
HEH! I LOVE your last line. What the hell is a donkey truck? LOL! You are just TOO cute. Awesome time! It's all happening now ;) GREAT JOB!
you crack me up. love your blog. keep up the training.
I smell a 4 hour 'thon! Good job!
Great post!!!!!
You have a talent for pulling your reader right into your head and feel the amazement with you.
You now have me hooked as a regular reader.
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