The end of summer is looming, and the days of freedom are counting down.
Seven. Days. Left.
For me, at least, that means the beginning of the cross country season -- which looks like it shall blossom into my new interest.
My first practice will be in about a half an hour, which both excites me and scares me. Excites me, because I like to run. I like being in shape, I like not being able to bury my finger within my belly button, I like stepping on a scale and not having springs pop out, or, worse, having a message that comes up "One person only please".
And scared, because I must confess to not having run long distance all summer long. (I work in construction for heaven's sake.) Sure, I did quite a bit of Ultimate Frisbee playing to stay in respectable shape, and while Ultimate Frisbee has a good deal of sprinting, and you have to run all game long (I usually play about an hour and a half) it's not quite the same as dedicating yourself to jogging down a track for a few hours.
Being a competitive guy, my lack of fitness bothers me since I like to be the best at what I do. And -- unless the other guys did the same thing as me this summer -- I'm going to have a tough time coming in even second to last place.
Oh, boy.
But that will change. My construction job, while fantastic at building my upper body strength, didn't do so much for me aerobically.
But it ended last Friday. And there's nothing holding me back from running all out now.
Wish me luck!
Seven. Days. Left.
For me, at least, that means the beginning of the cross country season -- which looks like it shall blossom into my new interest.
My first practice will be in about a half an hour, which both excites me and scares me. Excites me, because I like to run. I like being in shape, I like not being able to bury my finger within my belly button, I like stepping on a scale and not having springs pop out, or, worse, having a message that comes up "One person only please".
And scared, because I must confess to not having run long distance all summer long. (I work in construction for heaven's sake.) Sure, I did quite a bit of Ultimate Frisbee playing to stay in respectable shape, and while Ultimate Frisbee has a good deal of sprinting, and you have to run all game long (I usually play about an hour and a half) it's not quite the same as dedicating yourself to jogging down a track for a few hours.
Being a competitive guy, my lack of fitness bothers me since I like to be the best at what I do. And -- unless the other guys did the same thing as me this summer -- I'm going to have a tough time coming in even second to last place.
Oh, boy.
But that will change. My construction job, while fantastic at building my upper body strength, didn't do so much for me aerobically.
But it ended last Friday. And there's nothing holding me back from running all out now.
Wish me luck!
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