One of the things I never talk about on this blog is the dating life (outside of random #thisiswhyimsingle moments), mainly because that’s a bit too personal for the world wide web…but the truth is I’ll tell you all about it if you run with me. (Incentive! I promise I have entertaining stories, just ask JB.)
Anyway, despite the fact that my hair dries all pretty and that I think I’m not a total fashion disaster, I somehow manage to get hit on mostly during/post all things running…and usually if I’m wearing something Boston related. Best example would be how I met Ben, as we met on the street when he questioned me on my Boston jacket then stalked my marathon race results to find me on Facebook. And I’m glad he did…it’s my favorite story to tell, ha.
Ben makes me feel really, really short.
But I have no running pictures of us, no idea how that happened.
ANYWAY. After a great debate about when to do my run yesterday, I finally got myself out the door around 6:30pm (oops…) for about ten miles. It was fairly warm out so I figured enough people would be in the park so I’d be able to do a full loop. My leg felt odd for the first mile, so I did the lower loop of Central Park to determine if ten miles was in my future…it eased up quick and ten miles it was. It was a beautiful 50 degrees, which definitely meant shorts weather and that I should have worn short sleeves instead of the long sleeves I had rolled up the entire time.
That long sleeve shirt happened to the Boston shirt from this year…which I’m finally letting myself wear despite the memories it brings back about not running the race, and the fact that I didn’t actually run it. But it’s a nice shirt and I technically paid for it…so there’s that. I cruised around the park at 7:30 pace…telling myself to slow down but never doing so. (This is why I need to run with other people, oops.) It felt comfortable and it feels great to be not dying at 7:30 pace and actually feeling solid at that pace. No complaints here.
I hit Harlem and determined there were enough bikers out that I wouldn’t get abducted…Celia had the same idea since I saw her twice out on those hills! Finished the loop and headed straight to the grocery store.
Tuesday, December 18
10.18 miles in 1;16:07, avg pace of 7:29
I haven’t reported like that in awhile and I like it. It means I’m more confident in being back into running, although I was almost in tears earlier after looking at what the recovery would be if my back started hurting again. Let’s not talk about it…
So like I said, I was at the grocery store, picking up necessary food for the next few days. Headed to the checkout line when some guy walks up behind me and asked if I ran Boston this year, saying he was from Boston, and that his lifelong dream was to run the marathon but he has “hockey knees” and his doctor said he can’t ever run a marathon. It went something like, “My doctor joked, ‘Well, you don’t ever want to run a marathon do you?’” Response, “More than anything.” I held myself back from diving into the stories from my back injury, probably giving him more of an earful than he ever could have imagined. No one ever chats me except when I’m covered in sweat. Why didn’t people tell me this sooner?
Moving on, I walked back to my apartment and ended up in the elevator with attractive man who lives on my floor. Still covered in sweat, he commented on it being a nice night for a run and asked if I run marathons…yes, the shirt says so. He asked if they were hard because he does triathlons (!!) and said the only hard part is the swim and it’s all easy from then on. I do not believe him, but this twitter conversation followed:
I had leftover (homemade…) pie on Thanksgiving which he turned down in the elevator. We only talk in the elevator. Hopefully he doesn’t read this, bahahha. (If you do, let’s run! I’ll make pie!) Moving on, responses included:
Bahahha agreed on all fronts. None of the above people would ever turn down pie. I will bring up this point next time we share an elevator since that is our only interaction. And maybe I’ll start frequenting populated areas post-run more often. Who needs hair spray (not me, I don’t really know how to use it…) when you can have sweat??
Laminated running business-type cards, anyone? Our signs at Boston this year actually worked! haha.