Out of shape
Saturday, February 26th, 2005I went running for the first time in 3 weeks. It was one of those things where I guilt-tripped myself into moving instead of burning the entire day cooped up with the computer. Feeling a little ambitious, I thought that 3 miles would be doable. That quickly changed as I headed over to Drake Stadium with stiff legs — 2 miles looked a lot more realistic at that point. Within the first 100 meters on the track, laziness cut it down again to targetting only one mile.
And so I went around the track 4 times, slowing down slightly with every round. On the home stretch, I saw two fairly cute girls jogging along a bit ahead of me. “Well, they’re not too far, might as well catch up with them.” I sped up slightly, passed them, and was preparing to head out when I heard a distinctive “pat-pat-pat” slowly creeping up behind me. It was a guy I passed earlier on the track. Call it being competitive or whatever, but I felt that I couldn’t just let him get ahead of me, so I sped up yet again. I ended up running another 2 laps before finally calling it quits.
My mind is a very suggestible thing.




