Many thanks to Kelly for motivating (i.e., SHAMING) me into running today with her Blog entry.
Lately I've been using visualization of the actual half-marathon to get/keep me going. Since I criss-crossed Baltimore last year to watch Becky run her marathon, I am able to "see" myself at the start of the run (happy happy, loud pulse-throbbing music, cheering crowds), on the last big hill of the course (AKA "The Hill That Causes Middle-aged Wannabe Half-Marathoners to Stop Running and Call a Cab"), and running down Charles Street over the finish line, straight to the free beer tent. Today I was also armed for the first time with my cool new GPS watch - which I couldn't remember how to use - and my iPhone for music -since my Shuffle fried during the thunderstorm in the rain on Saturday. I was pretty sure I was going to get struck by space alien death rays, by carrying so much electronic equipment on me. Definitely I'm going to have to go out and get a new Ipod Shuffle; this will be the FIFTH since my running career began two years ago. That whole thng about not getting them wet and throwing them in the washing machine is getting SOOOO yesterday.
I tried a nifty new route by running two connecting long country driveways back to the highway. About halfway along, some sketchy fat lady starts waddling out to me to tell me that THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY AND TO STOP RUNNING. So much for my theory that Frederick people are nicer than MoCo ones. I guess that she was worried that I weighed so much I would damage her gravel road. I politely gave her my best Kyra Stedgwick, The Closer, "Thaaaank yew...." and ran off into the sunset. It's not like she could chase me, oh please.
I also ran the loop around the neighborhood where both Jesus' and Alfonso's cousin Jorge live, and said "Hi." I never get over the irony of ending up living 1 mile away from the one Mexican relative who knew me when I was married to each of them. Too weird.
Anyway, I made it safely home after the prescribed "3 mile" run. Stretched until I felt like a rubber band and am icing my knees. Time now for dinner, Advil and a trip to the store for kitty litter - the latter not being related to running at all, but if I write it down I am less likely to forget it, being old and all....