Addiction

Addiction: The state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically orphysically habit-forming, asnarcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma.

Hello, my name is Christina and I might be addicted to RUN. 

When I wrote my earlier post, I was pretty sure and bummed that my long run wasn't going to happen. All my dedicated hard work on Thursday and Friday trying to fuel up and hydrate well pretty much went into the drain on Friday night. It left a very limp, old, withered Christina. I was in bed resting but I cannot shake that long run off my mind. It was eating me.

Finally, I decided to just take it easy. I know how to take it easy. I'll just walk A LOT and run some and when I am done, I am done. I played Ken Burns' Prohibition (disc 1) on my lap top while I ran.

http://www.pbs.org/kenburns/prohibition/photos/

First mile went well. The second one went well. The third one went well ....
I stopped at every half a mile to take a sip or two of water. At mile 5, I took a Jet Blackberry Gu gel. Sometimes, I stopped to stretch. Sometimes, I slowed to a walk. Sometimes, I hit the bathroom. Eventually, I hit the nine that was on schedule and thought, I can do another mile. All 10 miles on the treadmill. And I loved it. Addicted? I am not sure. But let me just say, while my stomach is still feeling funny, I am feeling wonderful - like I am lifted.

 

The sight of this brings a smile to my face.

Two Kinds Of Runs ...

I finally made it back to the Y this morning.  It wasn't easy. I hate deviating from my usual routine. I have to say this, when the lure of sleeping in tempts you, think about how awesome it will be to get the run out of the way and have the rest of the day to yourself. That freedom is quite a fabulous feeling!

Many of you are familiar with Shut Up and Run - her perseverance, her toughness, her frank discussions of bodily movements and bowel movements.  Well, I thought about her quite often today!! Apparently, something funny is happening in my belly. Yes. Still happening. It's like a blender is churning up a storm in my belly.

Needless to say, this morning run was rough. Between the getting back into groove from the cold to the crap blending up a storm in my belly, OMG. Really.  It was rough.  I wanted to call it quits at 30 minutes (which was only some 2.5 miles or so logged). But I decided to keep going, even if it meant that I had to walk 10 seconds every now and then. I wanted to round the run up to an even 3-mile.  The mind won today. Yeah!  (and then, a trip to the bathroom for the other run.)

In other matters, my move went as well as a move can be. Good thing we only moved a couple of miles away. I am still making trips back to the ex-house to grab stuff. But we have been at the now-house now. The now-house is very passé. We are talking about heavy duty wood paneling and wall-paper. And the walls are as if Dora has just barfed pink cotton candy all over. We cannot paint over the wood paneling, only the walls. I have ideas. Even though we are in a very groovy kinda situation, we have to be thankful for a roof over our head. And we are. We will roll and groove with it, right? 

Fast and Not Furious

Still feeling yucky ... the cough, the drainage, the nasty. Yikes.

But NO TIME for being sick.  I needed to get that 2 miles out of the way ....

And so I did.

I went to the Y and hopped on the treadmill and plugged away. 

Total: 2 miles = 21:41 minutes. 

I believe it is one of my faster runs since March .... 

I feel good. 

Every part of me is smiling. 

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In my last post, Aneta asked where I was going.

I'm going home to Singapore for a little bit this summer.

And nope, it didn't cost $173 .... I think that was the ad for a hotel room in Singapore.