This is what I did this evening. I ran 4.03 miles. It's the farthest I've ever run without stopping. OK, I did stop at the half way point to brag on Facebook how I made it halfway, but it took less time than one whole song on my walkman, so I didn't really stop for a long enough time to loose my groove.
Running from Sloat to Lincoln was pretty easy. The music coming through my headphones ranged from Raymond Scott to King Crimson. Coming back wasn't as easy. I talked myself through it, telling myself that if I could make it to Noriega I could certainly make it to Pacheco and if I could make it to Pacheco I could certainly make it to Rivera, and so on and so on. But then the walkman's random playlist seemed to take a turn for the mellow. Robert Cazimero playing piano and singing does not make for a fast paced beat. I was grateful when the song ended but then Miles Davis' Kind of Blue? Are you kidding me? I needed to slow down, reach for my walkman and change the song. Good thing I did because The Pogues sang me through the last few blocks with the Pachinko song. Thank you Shane McGowan.
In the end, my little pep-talk to myself and hitting the shuffle button on my walkman worked. I made it the whole way and I didn't die.
As I sit here, on my comfy couch with a comfy blankie, a comfy sweatshirt, a nice glass of wine, Chopped on the TV and IcyHot on my back, I think I'm very proud of myself that I finished the run I had planned. I know that there are lots and lots of people who run faster and greater distances than me, so 4.03 miles may not seem like such a big deal, but to me it is. So there!
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