I am feeling a little scattered today. Led Zepplin’s, “Ramble On” seems to fit…
“Sometimes I grow so tired, but I know I’ve got one thing I got to do…
Ramble On, And now’s the time, the time is now, to sing my song.”
When in doubt, begin anywhere, right?
Had a good 13 miler yesterday. Didn’t start as early as I’d hoped; I stayed up too late Saturday night watching college football. The good news is my pace was decent, and I finished under 2.5 hours. The bad news is it got over 90 degrees F, and I was hot and tired, and I had sweated so much that I was gritty- like caked on salt gritty. And, ugh, I was chafing (don’t ask where, I’m not going there) butt I will say that it’s zero degrees of fun.
I finally figured out a good solution for my blistering toes though. I fiddled around with the laces to give me more room in the toe area, and I use good ole plain athletic waterproof tape to wrap each toe that is blister prone. Nexcare makes a good brand (amazon link here); you can buy it at any grocery store or pharmacy by the single roll. I am going to try out some new shoe models too; ’tis the season for new running shoes, but I don’t plan on buying any until after my marathon. (Don’t run long in brand new shoes, or in anything that is “different” on race day for that matter; that’s a big no no. Blisters, chafing, fit issues, wardrobe malfunctions, stomach issues with new foods or drink, and more can result…)
The prairie dogs were out, but the heat had them feeling rather languid and lazy. Most of them stayed in their little under-ground hidey-holes, but a curious few came out to
look at the crazy whistling lady get their pictures taken.
Curious little critters… Do I smell bacon?
I didn’t listen to much music this weekend; I try to skip it every few runs so I don’t “have to have it” to run. That left me alone in my head with my thoughts while I ran. Here’s just a sample of how my mind works:
- Think about a new store under construction named Jack’s that I passed on the way to the park.
- Makes me think about a store named Jack’s from when I was growing up. Jack’s was a drive-through liquor store. I always thought drive-through liquor stores were just the coolest ideas. When I worked in Consumer Product Sales, I used to call on a few of those drive through stores. One of them was an actual old barn, you drove through the middle of it and just rolled your window down. It also doubled as an oil change place in case you needed your oil changed while you stopped for smokes and beer. While it was a tad unorthodox, I thought it was a great idea.
- Drive through thoughts make me hungry. I smell bacon and hamburgers on the wind from one of those chain restaurants. Ooh bacon….. I decide what really sounds good to me is pizza. Haven’t had pizza in
forever six weeks. Don’t think I’ve ever seen a pizza place drive through. Always delivery or carry-out. Now I want drive through pizza dammit. I can’t even get delivery pizza because I live too far away from the nearest delivery place. That’s probably a good thing for my waistline, but a sad thing for my tastebuds. Pizza. Bacon. Ooh. Bacon ON pizza. Bacon pizza. Maybe I’ll just make a pizza when I get home.
- Make a pizza… Making the pizza. Thinking of that crazy Kevin James in the movie “Hitch” with Will Smith. The Pizza Making dance, then Smith saying, “never. do. that. again.” Must find that youtube link when I get home. Better yet, must watch Hitch again sometime soon. “Don’t need no pizza! They got food there!”
- Think about Hitch (Smith) getting drunk on Benadryl syrup in the movie. Makes me think about one of my best girlfriends who is on pain pills for a bad back. I feel bad that I cannot be a better friend to her. It seems whenever I talk to her, she is loopy or crazy on muscle relaxers or pain pills. It seems like she is drunk. And (confession) I don’t like talking to drunk people. I used to be one; drunk people aren’t cute to me, they’re actually quite tiring, and I find it impossible to have a conversation with one. I finally accept that nothing I do will change her or control her behavior. But I also accept that her behavior under the influence is a trigger to me. I don’t like her then, so I don’t talk to her. It’s sad, I miss my friend. I had the choice to quit drinking and I made it, and I’m glad. With chronic back pain, her choice is not so simple. It’s not in my hands though; she knows how I feel. I feel guilty for not liking her anymore. People change. I have changed. I have already moved on. I don’t know how to tell her that part.
- The sadness lingers. I wish I had just jammed out to some tunes. I try to focus on the other people running and walking around me instead. I smile and wave and say hi to people with their dogs. Very few smile back. People look miserable. Why? Hey, you’re at a park on a sunny pretty Sunday morning! You should be thrilled! All the dogs look happy though. Tongues lolling, tails wagging. I like dogs more than most people some days. Some of the people don’t even make eye contact.
- Reminds me to say to my blogging friends: Ladies- if you are out and about, stand up straight, look people in the eye, let them know you see them, exude confidence, say hello; you are aware and you are confident and you are not a victim. Men- you too. Smile and make eye contact. If you look at your feet or mumble or don’t respond to a hello, you come across creepy. Or you look like a jerk. Just smile and say hi back. Even if you really are a creep or a jerk, there’s no need to look like one.
- I realize I am running in a counter-clockwise pattern. It seems everyone else at the park is going clockwise. Reminds me of a show as a kid, Sesame Street or maybe The Electric Company, with the “one of these people is doing his own thing….” segment. Am I always that person? That misfit? That non-conformist? Non-conformists unite! Wait, no, that would be conforming or something. Never mind, don’t unite.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. ~ Mark Twain
- I finally finish my thirteen and go to snap some pictures of the prairie dogs for my blogging friends. They make me smile, (the prairie dogs, but yes, my blogging friends too) especially the young prairie dog that was brave enough to venture out of his little bricked in world to see what was beyond the wall.
Escape from Alcatraz. Hello world! (see him peeking out from under the sidewalk in the center of the photo?)
I walk up closer to him to get a photo and whisper, “non-conformists unite…” He just smiles and says, “You’re an effin monster.”
Smile and say, “Bacon Pizza!”
- I have my first of two twenty milers this Sunday. I really need to get my head in the game and start psyching myself up for it. I’m sure with some food, sleep and hydration, I’ll bounce and be ready for it. Ooh, I know… I’ll make some pizza, that’ll help. BACON PIZZA.
- I’ve rambled enough, but I want to give a special thank-you to Porkchop at “Punks in the Beerlight” for the sweet blog awards (the “One Lovely Blog Award” and the “Inspiring Blog Award.”) I will certainly play along and post some random stuff about me this week. All I can think of right now is the Lost Boys soundtrack and bacon pizza.
As I said, I skipped the running music, but while I’m on the subject of
bacon pizza non-conformity, here are some of my favorite “fight the power” running songs. Enjoy, and as always, happy running!
Public Enemy, “Fight the Power” (NSFW)
John Mellencamp, “Authority Song”
O.A.R., “Crazy Game of Poker” (and I said, how ’bout a revolution?, and he said right)
Tracy Chapman, “Talking About a Revolution” (you better run, run, run, run, run, run…)
Beastie Boys, “Fight For Your Right to Party”
Bob Marley, “Get Up, Stand Up”