What’s wrong with you? I mean, what is actually wrong with you? You want to be an actor? Take twenty fycucking minutes, stop chatting with the other noneqs, and LEARN A FUCKING MONOLOGUE!!
And then don’t brag about how unprepared you are. Just shut up.
A POST!!! Which means, of course, I’M RUNNING AGAIN!!! Yes, ladies and gentleman, my darling HOARDE of readers and followers (taste my sarcasm, Michael! I don’t have a hoarde.) - I’ve been waiting for my foot to be 100% better, and after about 3 weeks there’s no more pain. So I went for a run.
Ugh.
More like, I went for a drag. I was excited. Fall was in the air, no humidity in sight. It was finally cool enough for me to break out my long sleeve bright yellow (sorry, bright MAIZE) Michigan running shirt, and I felt like such a badass. Someone even gave me a thumbs up for it, and I assume they must have shouted “Go Blue!” but I couldn’t hear them over ‘Shipping Up to Boston’ that was blasting on my ipod.
But it was a really difficult run. So difficult, in fact, that I tapped out at 2 and a half miles. I couldn’t do it. I basically just ran to the reservoir, took one long, sad look at it, and turned right back around and ran home. I felt like shit. Everyone was out training for the NY marathon, and everyone was in such good shape, everyone was doing so well, and here I was giving up after a measly 2.5? Well, it is what it is.
And now for my title! At one point on my run (my drag), I matched paces with a guy who looked JUST LIKE THIS RIDICULOUSLY ATTRACTIVE MAN:
Yes, I did a double take, even a triple-take just to be sure. Of course it wasn’t actually Tom Hiddleston (if Tom Hiddleston’s beard and dark hair at NYCC was anything to go by). But he was still a ridiculously attractive man, and we did run together for a little while… like 30 seconds or so, until I couldn’t keep up with him anymore. He was probably running like an 8 minute mile and I was running about a million-year mile, so think of him as my interval training. Interval training… with Tom Hiddleston. I WISH!
But I got a smile from a cute guy, I ran more than 0 miles today, AND!!! AND! Not only did I see some people running in Vibram 5 Fingers, but I also saw two guys running COMPLETELY BAREFOOT. I smiled at them, but they were too busy being barefoot badasses to notice.
AND!!!! This blog is moving. Tumblr is beautiful, but I don’t think it’s the right platform for this blog, in that it’s not so accessible to non tumblr users. So follow me if you want to:
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If I ever amass a group/team of 3 other runners (4 total) can our team name be Sleipnir? Fuck yeah random-ass Norse mythology!!!
A few weeks ago (before the foot wound of DOOM) I posted an ad for a running buddy on the new york road runners page. Since then, the only responses I’ve received have been from men, who haven’t been telling me their ages, just that “I’d like to meet for a chat to see if we are compatible.”
I’m sorry, don’t you mean you’d like to meet for a RUN? I mean, how are we going to know if we can run by not running?? I didn’t post my ad on OK Cupid by mistake, did I?
It is so awkward to read these emails though. What do I do?
I don’t want to run until my foot is better. Seeing as how I don’t actually know what’s wrong with my foot, I’m going to judge it by how much pain I feel when I put weight on it. On a scale of 1 to run-able, it still hurts. It’s still going to hurt to run. It still hurts when I walk, even if the pain is getting less and less every day.
It’s difficult. Comparing my foot now to my foot two weeks ago, it feels a lot better. But it still hurts. I still don’t want to run.
It feels like shit, guys. I want to train. I want to run and increase my time and distance and run with friends and run new paths and do new things and make new friends and I can’t fucking do ANY of that.
When I was at the University of Michigan, these weird dinosaur feet shoes were everywhere. Townies were wearing them to the grocery store, my classmates were wearing them to tai chi classes, I was surrounded by rainbow-colored toe-shoes. Then i got a pair.
For $85, you can run barefoot down the streets of New York, without actually exposing your precious little feet to the filth and danger of an actual street! And what’s more? You don’t have to feel like you’re running with cement blocks around your feet like those big clunky running balloons always make me feel.
Let me just say, I love these shoes. I have narrow feet and my toes aren’t the straightest, easiest toes to get into these shoes, but damnit, I wrestle my stupid toes into these wonderful shoes every time. It’s always a bit of a struggle, and it’s always worth it.
Back when I was first breaking in my 5’s, I was getting CRIPPLING, DEBILITATING blisters on my heels. As in, a bloody bloody mutilated mess. So I bought myself a pair of toe socks to try… but the toes of the socks would get all bunched up in the toes of the shoes and I couldn’t run. So I cut off the sock’s toes, so now they are toe-less toe socks, and I haven’t had any trouble with blisters since.
Since I’ve been running in NYC, I’ve been keeping my eyes downwards to check out the footwear of the city, and so far I have not seen ONE PAIR of Vibrams. I’m now the odd girl out, the weird girl with the even weirder dinosaur feet shoes, with her toes all separated, the fuck is she thinking? So I was just wondering… runners, tai chi masters… Vibram 5 Fingers: What do we think?
DISTANCE: 4.13 miles I’m not even going to tell you the time, just that i hurt my foot the other day, this was my first run since, and I was basically running 13 minute miles.
I’d been having a lot of trouble putting weight on the front of my left foot (from my job, no doubt). Heh, my left foot. Well last night I gave it a little exploratory massage. I found (by way of excruciating pain at the slightest pressure) a knot the size of a small fist lodged in the bony front, just before my toes start. So today I strapped my vibram 5 fingers on extra tight and ran to, around, and back from the reservoir.
As soon as I got started, I knew this was going to be a shitty run. I was limping at a walk. The only way I could run without pain or limping was if I took teeny tiny baby steps. So I did. It was awful. Even though I knew I was injured, that this wasn’t my normal, hearing my Nike+ tell me I was running 13 minute miles was just as painful as my foot.
By the time I got to the reservoir I was feeling ok, and my sprinting song had just come on, so I sprinted. I made it about ten paces before my foot gave out, I fell over, and had to sit down. Don’t even get me started on the pain in my RIGHT leg for having to compensate for my shitty left one. And aside from the foot, I was feeling GOOD! I felt like I could have run five miles. Six miles! But alas, gimpy me. This sucks.
I have a little black bruise on my inner thigh that I didnt have before my 4 mile run. Any ideas?
DISTANCE: 4.13 miles
TIME: 55:04
DISTANCE RUN: 3.6 miles
Distance run WITHOUT STOPPING: THREE. FUCKING. MILES.
Seriously guys. I got to the park and started running. I’d been told that the reservoir was a really great track to run on, so I decided that, if I found it, I’d check it out. I’d been running about a mile when I see a gap in the trees, so I head for it, and sure enough: RESERVOIR! I had been running a little over a mile when I got to it, and it’s exactly 1.5 miles around the track, and for some reason I was able to make it all the way around (in spite of being constantly doughy and tired). And then I managed to trick myself into running a half mile more…
Then I walked for like a minute or two, caught my breath, and finished the run. Guys I feel so good. It took me 37:29 to run a 5k, so now that I’ve got that number it can only go down. What a beautiful run, though. Seriously.
