Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Back to Running

I did two things last night after work: voted and ran. And let that be the last time I mention the former of the two on this blog for a few years. There has been far too much of the former and much too little of the latter these past couple posts, and not nearly enough boozing to make up for either grievance. Out with the former, back to the latter. And not to be confused by a ladder. Let the latter be the ladder that lifts us from the vast wasteland of the former, for the former is far too formal for this sacred channel of communication. Let us toast the return of the latter and let us ... shit. What was I talking about?

My pickled little brain coughed up a memory yesterday while I was in the middle of a lightpole-to-lightpole interval. My leg twinged, alerting me to back off the pace, but that sensation reminded me of another peculiar feeling I had this year.

The pain and location is not exactly the same, but considering I ran a half marathon and two full marathons since that first pain, it seems logical that the two are related.

The sensation thrice announced itself during my three-mile run. I replied with a sharp, inhaled breath and "auch!" Then we returned to our regularly scheduled stride.

I was curious to see how this painful call and response would affect my pace, but alas my timing skills were inadequate. I couldn't for the life of me find my running watch. Occasionally, I take my watch to work so I can waste some time geeking to my splits. I decided I must have left it there. No matter. I remembered my cell phone has a stop watch function.

I stepped out of my lair and started the stop watch. Then I closed my phone (it's a flip phone) and stuck it in my vest pocket where it bounced around and generally annoyed me throughout the run.

When I approached my stopping point, I pulled my phone out. The stop watch had taken its name too literally. It had stopped.

It appears that the stop watch will only function if the face of the phone is open. How inconvenient. Thank you, Samsung.

The good news is that my leg doesn't hurt. It still just barks at random intervals. It doesn't affect my stride, but it seems less happy when I'm pretending to be fast.

I spent the night lounging on my couch and watching the election results. I paired my pundits with Liberty Ale. No matter what your political views, I hope you can revel in the complete void of campaign ads today. Now, we can all get back to life.

It's nice to be back to reality.



I'm the Viper, and I approve this message.

[Drunkard's note: Oh, and my watch was found. Thank you. It was cleverly hidden on the floor of my kitchen by the door where I passed it on my way out for my run.]

9 comments:

Vanilla said...

I'm looking forward to the void of campaign commercials and recorded phone calls in the days ahead. Mostly though, I'm just glad that that idiot didn't get elected...

... and by 'that idiot' I am of course referring to Nitmos.

Xenia said...

Isn't it redundant to say your brain is little? I thought that went without saying.

Marcy said...

OOooooooooo man. Did you REALLY have to go there with that vid? That song belongs on a Port A Pot.

Glaven Q. Heisenberg said...

The other day it was Marcy and tfh getting all anal-sniffy around here and today all you can talk about is reveling in your voidings. All I can say is I've never had that reaction to Liberty Ale (and I've been compared to a Giant Sphincter more than once). Rolling Rock, yes. But Liberty Ale?

Glad to hear your knee is not too injured but just ... Third Party Independent-minded, I guess.

MCM Mama said...

Whatever your political leanings, I heartily applaud your beer choice! I stayed up too late waiting to see which way VA was heading, but it didn't occur to me to drink whilst waiting. D'oh!

tfh said...

What a timely-- and timeless- video. Spot-on. While I won't miss the political ads, or the talk about voting on your blog, I do feel a little nostalgic that now that Joe Biden is veep-elect, there is no reason for him to debate Sarah Palin or to create a reality tv show in which he debates her on random issues once weekly. Sad. ("Say it ain't so, Joe!")

Jess said...

I am probably the one person in America who doesn't feel like I got swamped by poltical ads this year. Maybe it's because modern technology (aka, the DVR) allows me to fast-forward through them, thus ignoring them, or perhaps both candidates just figured FL would screw up no matter what, so they avoided us in this go round.

Ms. V. said...

Okay, I know it looks like we've been on your blog for like, 15 minutes, but seriously, my 5th period class spent all this time watching Soul 2 Soul and explaining to me that it's a REALLY old group.

I'm like, NO, this guy that put this up is really young and hip. Except for the fact that you're experiencing some age related aches and pains.

Heh.

Vava said...

Stupid cell phones...