Yep, I just went all old school on you. But what a better introduction to some confessions. You will all be reading this as I do a brutal tempo treadmill run, yes you heard treadmill. When I have some real booty kicking, the treadmill is where I go to hit those faster times. Sweat fest.
Before I go on, you may have noticed on twitter I signed up for the Army 10 miler. That means I have Falmouth Road Race in August, Navy Half Marathon in September and Army 10 miler in October. You know what that means, I am on a mission to do a race a month next year. This is so different than what I have ever done, much more planned and way less spread out. But I kind of want to try it, maybe some months will even have two races depending on the time of year. Totally ready for this challenge. Now I just need to drag some buddies COUGH MEGAN COUGH OLIVE along.
I think as a runner, really as any sort of athlete or exerciser, you have those things you do. Sure, they seem perfectly normal to me but I bet to others – plain weird. I mean you all already know the TMI details of me so why not some more? The Runner 2.0, behind the scenes.
- Bushes are my friend. You all knew this one already. I have zero shame. Nothing ruins a morning run more than trying to hold your bladder. Nothing. So if I need to go, bush happens. Almost had a run in with a media camera the other day making me realize I may need to be a bit more aware of what is around me. I thought I had dealt with it all after the raccoon but right before I was about to dart into a bush I see a traffic camera on the other side of the road just filming the cars going by. I chose to keep running, no one wants to a someone disappear behind a bush and come out a minute later.
- I sing while I run. Or at least mouth the words. Get a good jam on and I totally forget that I am running in public and cars are whizzing by.
- I am a shoulder chucker. Let me explain. I don’t consider myself an angry person, I really don’t. I don’t like confrontation all that much but I swear things switch when running comes into play. Nothing peeves me more than having someone see me coming right at them yet refuse to even move to the side. They stay right in the middle either by themselves or with another or a dog, no movement. I do what all classy kids do, I run through them. A little shoulder bump and I continue off. Share the road people.
- I re-wear clothes far too often. I’m a grimy person. And a cheap person. That is a bad combo. The way I go through running clothes is insane and the amount of times I actually do laundry each month is around 1 or 2. See a problem? I do a lot of hand washing or let’s just call it ‘drying out’ to consider them clean again in between washes. Hey, I run by myself. It’s only me myself and I that cares.
- I rarely stretch. This is a confession that I wish I could change but with my schedule stretching has been few and far between. Not good.
- I impulsively sign up for races. I am not one of those people who hear about a race, stew and then sign up a bit later. No. I hear about it, log on and sign up. Like yesterday. I saw tons of tweets about the Army 10 miler so the rational person got online, saw there only about a few hundred bibs left and signed up. I am NOT the impulsive spender at all but when it comes to running it is like my credit card couldn’t come faster.
- I am a tomboy runner. I have spent about $0 on exercise clothes in the past three or more years. I wear cotton tshirts, longer shorts and old long sleeve cotton shirts when its colder. All my running clothes are free from races or cheap from TJMaxx. All my money goes to Mizunos. Those I buy like they are going out of style.
- I throw away my medals and bibs. No wonder I can’t accurately say how many races I have run. I am the opposite of a hoarder, I am a tosser. I get rid of stuff a lot and I have no way or desire to keep those. Maybe one day that will change.
Goodness I can’t believe it is already Thursday. Tonight our last mentor session and my last mentor session ever. (Until I return next year as a mentor). Shiz got real.
Question: What is your exercise confession? I can handle it.