Bring it!
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
Without ever having felt sorry for itself.
-- D.H. Lawrence
-- D.H. Lawrence
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Work with me people!!
I’m going to bitch and moan for a minute… is it really that difficult for people in DC to say “hello” on the paths?
I’ve been running here for more than two years and it has never ceased to amaze me how anti-social people are when crossing paths. Seldom have I received a quick response to my “hello” or “good morning”. Are people in this city really that self-centered or arrogant that they cant give a quick word to a fellow runner – who is out there just like them, kicking his butt?
I’m from Chicago, where everyone on the Lake path greets each other – total strangers – with a cheerful “good morning” or “hey how’s it going”. People may not think this is a big deal, but keeping an upbeat, cheerful attitude can be very beneficial to runners struggling through a training run – especially in the ridiculous weather we get in DC.
You can’t tell me that a friendly greeting is that detrimental to anyone’s running. Rarely do I see someone out there who looks seriously competitive, or is extremely focused on their run that they can’t spare the extra breath to say hello. Hey, maybe I just run across a lot of out of shape people who cant muster a word – in that case, do yourself a favor and slow down to conversation pace and maybe you will get in shape faster (there’s an idea).
Anyway, Emily and I are going to start saying “hi” to everyone we come across. It is our new crusade to bring a little collegiality to the DC running community. We promise to infiltrate this city with some good old fashion Midwest politeness.
Look I’m in the same amount of pain as everyone else, a quick hello never throws me off pace. Can’t we all just get along?!?!!??
I’ve been running here for more than two years and it has never ceased to amaze me how anti-social people are when crossing paths. Seldom have I received a quick response to my “hello” or “good morning”. Are people in this city really that self-centered or arrogant that they cant give a quick word to a fellow runner – who is out there just like them, kicking his butt?
I’m from Chicago, where everyone on the Lake path greets each other – total strangers – with a cheerful “good morning” or “hey how’s it going”. People may not think this is a big deal, but keeping an upbeat, cheerful attitude can be very beneficial to runners struggling through a training run – especially in the ridiculous weather we get in DC.
You can’t tell me that a friendly greeting is that detrimental to anyone’s running. Rarely do I see someone out there who looks seriously competitive, or is extremely focused on their run that they can’t spare the extra breath to say hello. Hey, maybe I just run across a lot of out of shape people who cant muster a word – in that case, do yourself a favor and slow down to conversation pace and maybe you will get in shape faster (there’s an idea).
Anyway, Emily and I are going to start saying “hi” to everyone we come across. It is our new crusade to bring a little collegiality to the DC running community. We promise to infiltrate this city with some good old fashion Midwest politeness.
Look I’m in the same amount of pain as everyone else, a quick hello never throws me off pace. Can’t we all just get along?!?!!??
Monday, July 30, 2007
18 Miles and all I got was this busted thumb…
So, Saturday was the first day of ‘Mark’s mini training camp’. Tom and I started with a quick 4.5 before meeting up with SLR for 13.5. The SLR course was one of my favorites; crossing over Key bridge, up through Glover trails, West on Mass. Ave, and downhill back to the start on the toe-path. This is a great route that I always negative split.
Normally, I don’t have any problems with trails and can remain pretty concentrated on my footing. But, for some reason, maybe it was the sweat pouring down into my eyes, I looked up, caught a tree root and went flying. It was a nasty spill, but got up and finished the final 10miles dirty with a few scraps.
My f-ing thumb was killing me the rest of the run. Turns out I had dirt and splinters jammed under my cuticle. I hurt like a Chinese concentration camp. Normally, if I were reading this post I would think I am a whiny bitch. But, I’m not kidding this was like an all-body pain. Ridiculous! I mean this is running – I guess I’ll wear thumb protectors next time – or just grow a sack.
Normally, I don’t have any problems with trails and can remain pretty concentrated on my footing. But, for some reason, maybe it was the sweat pouring down into my eyes, I looked up, caught a tree root and went flying. It was a nasty spill, but got up and finished the final 10miles dirty with a few scraps.
My f-ing thumb was killing me the rest of the run. Turns out I had dirt and splinters jammed under my cuticle. I hurt like a Chinese concentration camp. Normally, if I were reading this post I would think I am a whiny bitch. But, I’m not kidding this was like an all-body pain. Ridiculous! I mean this is running – I guess I’ll wear thumb protectors next time – or just grow a sack.
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