Running Her Mouth: I Can't Believe It's Not Butter

Blog Mission, In Simple Terms

"I'm a road-runner, baby." Jr. Walker

I'm a road-runner running and writing a blog consisting of run~on sentences about running while sharing a deep concentration with the music in my ears, so that one day my boys, Elijah and Levi, will be able to read up and keep it real; Run~ons just may be the most effective way to convey my health seeking mission to people who don't know me or do, but then I pretty much like the idea that language/structure can be as playful as the subject itself, plus the reader may decide that running~on in a run~on sentence kind~of~way, might be beneficial to him or her that is right now, as of this moment here, basically undiscovered or unawakened.

The blog used to be heavily augmented by my facebook page which featured SOTD (song of the day), however I don't have the time to do that anymore; the blog has also taken on a very flexible schedule of it's own where I closely examine pretty much anything I want, in my own special way, something that piqued my interest during the previous month; if it piques yours, well, that would be pretty cool, too.
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Sunday, October 4, 2009

I Can't Believe It's Not Butter

Today was my first run in a few days. Actually, out of seven days, I've run only twice.

I went with 6 miles as I felt really great after the first half mile. The hamstring

injury (a small tear behind the knee that the doc says is pissed...) feels better but

not 100%. I went at a 8:36 pace today, shooting for easy feelin medium length strides (in my new pink 769's which are so lovely, btw). My breathing was normal and easy. Ran the whole thing with my suck shut, so that's new and good for everyone.

I didn't suspect I would be all healed up even though that is what I want. I think this may take

another week to completely heal, but I think I can and should run through this stage of the healing process.

Keeping the easy pace may be the key component and hopefully working up to 8 or 9 mile distance in 5 or so days (with permission), I'd asked to do 15, ahem, but I know better :)

I started to cry around the 4 mile mark. It might have partly due to the song that was

playing and that thinking/problem solving that goes with the territory.

No matter, the important thing is how running

welcomed me back this morning and for that I am grateful.

An all new work ethic starts today.

(thank you for reading)

And I hope you enjoy that deer I saw today on the side of the road. Eyes were open and it looked like it was breathing, but I know better. I've seen enough dead bodies to know that the single freaky commonality between them is they all look like they're still breathing.