Catt Scratches

I think I’m beginning to understand why people say running is boring. I’m not bored by running but in keeping this commentary about training, I have to find new ways to talk about doing five miles and feeling great about it.

Today, I almost didn’t run because I love to watch Mark Harmon’s crooked smile on NCIS. Imagine that: preventing oneself from experiencing life because of a desire to watch flickering images on a screen. Then, I just did it, like the Nike ad told me to do.

When I first got to the gym, I sat in my car and allowed myself a catnap. In training, I learned that eating five or six smaller meals its better for you than eating three big ones. I wonder if it’s the same with sleep. I really like naps.

I changed, got on the track, without music again, and started running. I picked out a good pace and stuck with it. As usual in Mile One, i had to get rid of the thought that running is stupid and people who run are stupid and why don’t I go sit down. Mile two, that voice was silenced. In my head I started plotting the two fantasy trilogies I would begin to write. I had a quick water break at the end of Two. Mile three and four went by painlessly. By Mile Five, I was a little tired but I knew that I had done 24 laps and six would be a can of corn. I finished the five miles in under an hour which for me, is a record. If I can do that five times on Sunday, I ‘ll have a race at under five and a half hours. It’s just math. And guts, but really, just math.

I’m ready.