I went for a run last night. It's been a long time since I've gone for a sweaty, lose your breath, feel like you're going to die, run. About, oh, a month ago I bought some new running gear with the logic being that if I spent $150 on running pants and a running bra, I would feel guilty enough about the money spent to actually use them. Clearly that worked out really well for me, seeing as last night was the first time I've actually worn them.
My running pants have a tiny little pocket in the waistband. What is this pocket for? It's about credit card-sized, so I was thinking it might be for id. But how uncomfortable would that be? Also, don't hardcore runners write their name and phone number in their shoe? I put dog treats in the little pocket but then I forgot about them and Stella scared the crap out of me later on, when I was dying on the couch, because I thought she was trying to eat my stomach.
We live in a very hilly area. As I was on my way up what felt like the eightieth hill of the night, I decided that Shawn and I need to move to the Prairies. Enough of this mountainous region shite. We need to live somewhere flat so I don't die when I go on my one run of the year.
I don't think I'm cut out to be a runner. I think I may have dislocated my ass cheeks. Don't ask me to describe it, because I can't. All I know is that my ass cheeks were moving independently of the rest of my body whenever I was running downhill.
Today? I hurt. I was two hours late for work this morning. I told my boss it was because I woke up with a migraine but really it was because I couldn't move my legs. Do people do this for fun?