Notes to self...an interior dialogue while running...
Warm-up: 10 min/mile, first minute
Oh God this is killing me...I haven't run in a few weeks. Ugh. Oh, I'm such a slow poke.
Just keep going. Look outside the window at the canal below. Keep breathing...
(Listening to Dee-lite's "Power of Love" on MP3 player)
Hey, this is a great song. Always reminds me of my last spring break in school when I went to Havasu with Janey. God I hated Janey. What a bitch. I only liked her because she had access to a condo in Havasu.
You're so incredibly two-faced!
I am not. She was such a bitch...and I only fully realized it in Havasu.
I wonder what she's up to now?
Last I heard she was some sort of manager at Sunset Studios...
Why is it the first mile is always the hardest?
Cos you haven't run in over a week, lazy-ass!
Don't call me lazy-ass! I have a toddler to chase down every day.
Yeah and you could be using the baby jogger, too, ya know.
I didn't come here to have a guilt-ridden conversation with myself, I came here to have a good run.
It's nice outside. Why didn't you run outside instead?
I dunno. Creature of habit I guess.
Oh come on and admit it. You're hoping to run into Dave Matthews again.
Yeah but that's not why I'm running on the treadmill.
Uh-huh. Last time he got on the treadmill next to you you ran a perfect 8 minute mile. So what do you call that?
Motivation. Besides, it's a moot point. He's probably gone off on tour by now. I haven't seen him here in awhile.
There goes your motivation
(increases speed to 9:13/mile)
There. That feels great.
You still run like a slow poke