Monday, February 2, 2009

Overdressed, Overheated for Once

I put a nail in my own coffin Sunday morning when it was a sweltering close-enough-to-40-degrees.

Friday evening before the Ethiopians got to me, I stretchy-banded and balance-balled. My core will eventually get the hint that it should be getting stronger, I'm sure, but right now it's about reducing the holiday flab/weight, which would be easier without ice cream, birthday cake, more birthday cake and chocolate covered pretzels.

And then Saturday my banjo got some extra long attention (alt. wrist exercise), and I did what can loosely be described as "bowling." Unlike some of my reader [sic], I am not some league champ. But I am awful -- but awfully good at trying too hard and feeling pain in my shoulder and forearm the next day from whipping a too-heavy ball down the lanes with a 50-percent accuracy of hitting the gutter each frame.

Sunday morning, with too much eating the night before and not enough drinking (water, that is), I suited up for an eight-miler. My perception of how many layers is too much to wear has been completely floigenschnoggled by the freezing temperatures, so when I saw 38 degrees -- with a projected high above 40 -- I did not compensate properly by shedding enough layers.

And while the weather was warm, the snow was not by any means gone. I was high-stepping through snow. By the turnaround point I felt destroyed. That's when I noticed I had been running with a rather stiff tailwind (not self-generated), into which I would now be running four more miles.

I managed a 10-minute mile pace, but I wanted to punch babies when I was finished.

13 comments:

Marcy said...

I've got 2 you can use for punching bags :P Kidding!

Vanilla said...

"my banjo got some extra long attention (alt. wrist exercise)"

Was that a euphemism?

RazZDoodle said...

damnit. Vanilla beat me to it. (THAT was a euphamism)

Xenia said...

Big ball bowling, huh? I prefer playing small ball bowling, better known as candlepin. Heh, I typed balls twice. Now three times. I think I'll stop now.

Oh, it wasn't Mac who said that quote. It was Blain. You just got bested by a girl on guy-film trivia. You should be feeling some shame right about now.

tfh said...

There's nothing like that feeling of turning around and suddenly realizing, Wait, there IS a wind.

the erratic epicurean said...

these high temps are kinda freakin' me out. it is like the calm before the storm or something.

have you heard the rumors of the "alberta clipper" that i've been hearing?

P.O.M. said...

My running this weekend had me wanting to punch babies, kick puppies and eat fried worms. Thank goodness you suffered too - at least I wasn't alone :)

chia said...

Some of us spent the weekend packing for Texas (which is 63 degrees right now :-), just sayin'). After a week off, today's 6 miler sucked so much ass I was thinking I was drinking well whiskey and getting hit on by an arch fluffing bushman. Seriously dude, we don't do this for fun do we?

chia said...

I ran to the pub, by the way. An arch fluffing bushman just called me a "pretty lady."

Have another, fuck twat. Ugh. Men.

S said...

Glad I wasn't the only one to have an awful weekend run. Although I have to give you credit for actually FINISHING yours.

Blyfinn said...

Ouch that sucks. The next one is always better.

MCM Mama said...

Punchin' babies, huh? I was much more inclined to take out a few runners this weekend. Just a mere bump as we passed an icy patch would have taken care of it...

Hope your next run is better!

X-Country2 said...

"floigenschnoggled"

Hee!