WHO NEEDS A SHOT?

Whoo-hooo!
Today I decided to run 4 miles, even before I got to the gym, and I completed it successfully. And I wasn't feeling like crap! Usually I feel terrible and sluggish during the run and welcome the end, but I didn't rush it. I just trotted along concentrating on endurance not speed. Although the first mile, I have to admit, I did try to catch up to the guys, but my thighs are still afraid of heights and far-be-it from me to send them into shock. My breathing is what hampers me the most. I have to remind myself over and over to breath in through the nose and out the mouth. Halfway before the first mile I find myself slack-jawed and panting. Breath in, breath out, tuck my hips under so I am not leaning forward to much. (I learned that watching the movie about Steve Prefontaine; tuck your hips forward and it's easier to raise the knee. It takes some getting use to, but it works for me.)
I'm gonna have to write a little faster because, I am famished and upon entering this library, I could pick out that someone in the computer room has eaten spaghetti with marinara sauce, and I can only imagine... ah food, my favorite.
Anyway, what I did learn about myself is that it was sooo much easier to run the first three miles because there were all of you that I was going to see along the way. When there was no one to cheer on or vice versa, I had to entertain myself, which can get confusing because I forget where I left off. So I see now, that I do need the positive reinforcement on the run to help propel me forward. There was only a handful of us today, I'll be floating on a cloud come Chicago, no doubt.
Now that I have an idea of everyone's age, height and date of birth, I think I'll share a little more. Yesterday at work, I attended a wedding shower for a co-worker I am not too familiar with. The other girl that works in my shop - who loves food just as much as I do- was in the same boat. So we went half on a cordless can opener. Needlesstosay, the bride got two can openers yesterday, so we gave her the receipt to exchange it. Well we couldn't go empty-handed and just eat the free food, we have scruples! There was a bachelorette party later that night, but I said I wasn't going. The ladies in my shop tried to convince me to go, at which time our resident biker...I'll call him Fred, decides to pipe in. "Yeah, take her with ya. She needs a shot! Somethin' to make her come in to work skippin'!" A shot of lovin' is what he meant. Once the blood drained out of my face and the laughter died down, there really wasn't much else to say. I told him I was fine, but he humphed with a shoulder shrug and went back to work. This is the same man who pointed out the other food lover and told her she was fat too! I commend his wife for putting up with his blatant honesty all these years.
So instead of the party, I chose to get some extra sleep for the long run. It paid off. I think I ran pretty well today. In all honesty, I did wonder how my running would have been after a shot. Oh well, I promised myself I'd be a good girl. No more shots. But some days I'd settle for a placebo... or a one of those Flintstone Vitamins! Whatever it takes to keep that pep in your step Marathoners! I'm off to get some spaghetti and Flintstone Vitamins. WOG on!