the great outdoors
Brad has decided that this blog is an appropriate venue for bragging about his own running, and thereby making me feel guilty about my lack of posts.
He must be stopped.
Contrary to popular belief, I have not gone 12 days without running. Just 12 days without posting. I have decided that if I have to choose between running and writing a post, I should probably run. Although, one of these days, I assure you I shall choose to blog instead. And it will be a post about how I'm sometimes lazy.
As far as the running goes, I have learned an important lesson in the last week: running outside is hard work.
I realize there is science involved in this, and more than a little common sense. But it's completely different when you actually experience the pain of running half the distance with twice the effort you would have expended on a treadmill. (I don't think that was an actual scientific equation...it just feels like that in my brain. And my lungs.)
Aside from the extra effort of running outside, there are the following drawbacks:
People try to hit me with their cars.
Dogs try to join me on my run.
Swarms of bugs appear out of nowhere and stick to my sweaty face.
Due to a lack of water fountains, I have to wear a hydration belt (which will get its own post at a later date).
Sometimes I forget the key to the apartment complex, and then I'm just the sweaty girl hanging out at the gate.
HILLS. HOLY HILLS, BATMAN.
There are no chilled eucalyptus towels handed out by attractive personal trainers (yes, there will be a post on how ridiculous my gym is at a later date).
There is no A/C in the outside world.
Amid all these drawacks, I have managed to think of one substantial benefit of running in the outdoors:
Running Tip: don't spend to long staring up at the pretty trees, or you will trip over a tree root. And everyone sitting on Sunset Boulevard in traffic will see you.