On Sunday morning, I went running. I haven't gone running in over 5 years, and when I used to run it was on an indoor track with one of those big digital clocks on the wall so I would spend the whole time obsessing about running a nine minute mile and at the end of the mile I would fall down and die. The farthest I ever managed to run at once was a mile and a half, or maybe just maybe and only the once two miles.
So I went running on Sunday, and about five minutes in started thinking about how I should stop. But then I couldn't figure out why I should stop - I could still breathe, nothing really hurt, I was doing ok except for this idea that I should stop. I ended up literally talking myself through it, and I mean it was a total Loser Soliloquy. Things like "you can do it, Beth!" and "you are doing great, Beth!" and "wow, you are totally rocking this running thing!" And oh yes, every bit of this was out loud, because doing it in my head just wasn't cutting it. I was like my own personal cheering section peopled entirely with massive dorks.
However, I ran for 34 minutes, 2.62 miles, and at the end didn't even feel like I needed to lie down and vomit. And yes, that means I was doing 13 minute miles which means that you can probably walk a mile faster than I can run it. I'm slow, and I'm dorky, but I still think I totally rocked the running thing. I even got a blister, of which I am incredibly proud.
And then (although after a shower, of course) we went to dinner at Sarah's and Gabe made us this fabulous pasta that didn't even come out of a box, and I didn't know people actually did that, and Claudia had an entire conversation with me which was the highlight of my week because it is my goal in life to get that kid to like me, and I was still in dork mode and kept right on dorking out. I was all OMG! I love you shoes! And I love your dishes! And I love your forks! And I love your wine! And hey, gimme some more of that wine and I'll probably start gushing about how much I love your dishwasher and your outlet covers! And they were totally nice about how much cooler than us they are and didn't let on at all that they secretly thought they were slumming with the dorks. Oh, and Claudia called Mia "Mia Bean," which is what I call her roughly 99.98% or the time so it's obvious how she picked that up but I thought it was just about the cutest thing ever heard anywhere in the history of time and you have to admit I'm probably pretty close to right about that.
Ok, enough dorkiness. I'm going to go back to admiring my leg muscles. Granted, they are entirely covered by a layer of flab, but if you poke around enough you can find them. Hey, maybe that's how I got all these bruises.