week.nine - spandex debut!!!!

So......week nine and today I ran 5 miles but more importantly it was the debut of my neeeeeew spandex...yes...spandex, my arch enemy since I can remember. He was never my friend come to think of it. Well today as stepped outside looking like I just came off one of those rides at the water park where its a straight shoot going over like 100 miles per hour and when you get to the bottom you think your bathing suit is somewhere on its way down but really come to find out its just so far up your ass but you cover all your private parts anyways as a "just in case tactic"......that was me, coming out of my house! I felt completely naked anyways, let me continue. So I started to run.

That particular day I decided to run the "road less traveled", "across the tracks" as some would say not knowing what I was about to run into keep in mind and all was fine until a gentleman in his 70's put his hands up against his lips giving me the kissing motion saying "perfecto", mauh "Perfecto", well....thank you I guess? I ran a couple more blocks and a gentleman across the street, beer in his hand @ 9:00 AM who was 3 sheets to the wind celebrating the Puerto Rican day festival (which BTW didn't start until the NEXT DAY) Screamed "LOOKING HEALTHY GIIIIIRLL!"

Looking healthy!? I thought to myself? As in healthy like "skinny healthy", or healthy as in "ripe for the pickin" healthy or "Italian sausage" healthy...which is it....really!

Lastly, much to my dismay I happened to run by a group of guys that were in my way of running but kindly separated as if I was Moses parting the red sea. It seemed like I was running in slooooow motion at that point....In my head I just imagined everything that is a little loose on my body going up and then doooooowwwwwn. Elevator goooooo up! Elevator go doooooown. Elevator goooooo up! Elevator go doooooown. It was also at that moment I decided maybe I should wear shorts over my spandex. Pretty entertaining none the less.

Till next time, you can check out my past stories @ www.marathonmindflow.blogspot.com

week.eight - fell down stairs

So week eight, and today I ran 7 miles in 1 hour and 15 minutes. Not that great but not that bad. It was soooo much better then my last run which I am happy about. Overall feelings about the marathon are still good. I have my good days and my bad days. Last night I went for my best friends birthday and everyone was drinking. I really wasn't in the mood to drink for some odd reason. I don't know if its because I just wasn't in the mood or because I think this marathon training is starting to me me think differently. I am putting in all this hard work, running miles and frigin miles every week and to blow it all on a couple of drinks, all the calories just to let loose a little? Now I don't want to get ahead of myself because this is the FIRST time in my life I am questioning the alcohol intake I consume on the weekends, and right now I am thinking...its not worth it. The average 150lb person burns about 100 calories a mile (I think) so if an average drink has about 150 calories?! Yeahhhhh, I think I am good. Its not easy running in the first place and having to add another mile for the screwdriver I had last night.....no thanks.

But to tell you the real reason for this blog today as I was leaving my house last night and I fell down 6 of the 12 stairs that lead up to my apartment (and to answer your next question...no I wasn't drinking)!!! I have NEVER been the most graceful person on heels, I mean I wear them but I think I am one of those girls that "looks like" she never wears them. Anyways, so yeah...the stairs, WTF! The only thing I worried about was if I was in any serious pain, like a twisted ankle or something. My legs were throbbing and still are today. I could have easily fell down all 12 but by the grace I god I grabbed the side railing. Ugh, I look like I got clubbed. People were staring at my legs today when I was walking. I wasn't sure if they were looking at my thighs rub together and my shorts riding up on me (lol), OR the horizantal bruises I have from hitting the corner of the stairs! For the sake of myself, I am going to say they were looking at my bruises. :) Anyways, I will try to take some pictures for you but I am starting to think I should just wear sneakers all the time. God forbid something happens like that again.