Wednesday, June 4, 2008

An oldy but a goody? Thanks alot Bob

I'm still running ... albeit not 45+ miles a week as I was in December, but I am still running. I like the "me time". I like running slowly, as it extends the "me time". I lasted a little over 45 minutes in 90 heat yesterday. I wanted to do more, at least another mile or two, but I ran out of water and decided to make the wiser choice (besides that, I had some fresh blueberry muffins in the car - that I swear I heard calling my name ... no doubt the sound was carried by the wind).

Today, I ran on the treadmill - inside, with air-conditioning and a ceiling fan - both on high. It was 93 and a code orange - which I took as a fairly obvious sign that I should run indoors. But, there was a fairly good wind gusting today and I still sent my 5 year old son to baseball camp from 1pm to 5pm. Huh.

On my first morning at the beach, I decided to wake up early (ok, it was 7:30am, but it's all relative) to go for a kick off run on the beach. I got out there by 8ish and headed north on the beach. I'm making the direction up, because I have no idea ... really ... I entered the beach perpendicular to the water and turned right ... does it really matter the direction? My dear, sweet, husband seems to be sensitive to these things and I'm sure there are others like him out there, so if you know the real direction sweetie and you're reading this, please let us all know - no doubt it will be important to someone.)

Anyway, I was amazed at my speed ... I figured it was the inspiration of the ocean ... the seemingly never ending vista of the water and sand. There were a few other runners out there, but overall it was fairly deserted ... which made identifying the long legged blond in fluorescent pink running shorts all the more easy to spot. Well, actually, I heard her first ... I had left the ipod indoors charging (poor planning on my part) but thought I would enjoy the hypnotic sound of the waves. About 15 minutes into the run, I heard footfalls behind me ... it was pretty rhythmic, I gaged about every 3 footfalls of mine, there was one from behind. And then it stopped. Now at this point, I hadn't turned around to look - but I imagined it was someone tall with a 6 - 8 foot stride based on the footfalls. I ran for about 15 more minutes or so and decided to turn back. Still amazed at my speed or dazed into confusion by the sun and the sand.

And that's when it hit me ... the wind. The only thing I could think of was the old Bob Seger song, "Against the Wind". Now I don't actually know the lyrics to the song, except for the stupid refrain ...

Against the wind. Against the wind. Against the wind -- still running.
Against the wind -- I'm still running against the wind.
Against the wind -- I'm still running.
Against the wind -- I'm still running against the wind.
Against the wind -- still running.
Against the wind -- running against the wind -- running against the wind

Yep ... over and over and over and over and over again in my head ... I couldn't get rid of the tune and since I didn't know the rest of the lyrics, I couldn't sing the rest of it. So I'm running against the wind (thanks alot Bob), and the temperature had reached about 90 and of course I didn't have any water with me because that would have been too easy ... so I stopped to walk a bit. And that's when I saw the tall pink shorted blond girl. Apparently, she stopped to commune with the ocean for a while ... I guessed it was her who was behind me on the way out because quite frankly there weren't that many people around. So, as I passed her, I began to hear the footfalls again. I wasn't running as quickly AGAINST THE WIND and I had already taken a walk break, but I would say it was at least a respectable jog.

Soon, she was running at my same pace, but again, for every 3 of my footfalls, there was only 1 of hers. I'm talking some long legs ... and the day-glow shorts ... and the blond pony tail. Now, at this point, I'm not feeling especially glamorous, attractive, or even remotely cute. My face was flushed, I was dripping with sweat (not glowing daintily), and my hair (although in rough sort of pony tail) was not bouncing as in a shampoo ad, it was windblown and sticking out at all angles. So when the blond jogger decided to keep my pace, I decided to stop. Her pony tail wasn't bouncing to the beat of the Seger song in my head and I was done anyway. And, I'm pretty certain that I ran further and expended way more energy than she did. So there.


Anonymous said...

Very impressive and inspiring that you run so far!! I just recently started the Cool Runnings Couch to 5K program. I have never run in my life. I am only on week 2, so I figure I run possibly 3/4 of a mile LOL.

I am starting to enjoy it though.

k998 said...

Lisa, great post! I thought you were leading towards hearing your own footsteps, but alas it was the pink hotpants! I don't know how some people can stay looking immaculate when they run - I'm definitely not one of them. Love your blog name too!

Your post was included in the Running Blog Carnival #2008-19 edition.

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Lisa said...

Thanks for the honor of including me in the Carnival, Kerrin! Footsteps are somewhat of a recurring theme with me, especially since I run so slowly ... check out this entry from November Flashing Blue Lights