Well, the topic of today's post is Crap Bag. Literally and figuratively, of course.
(Special shout-out to the master of poo-talk: Beth!)
First, literally...Remember how I mentioned a few months back that there's a dog owner in the neighborhood that picks up his/her dog's poo in a bag, but then leaves that bag on the sidewalk? Well, it's still going on, and the crap bag pileup is getting ridiculous. I mean, it's so ridiculous that I had to stop and take a picture. Yes, I stopped my run to take a picture of poop.
I am going to make a sign and put it over the bags that says "Pick up your CRAP." Seriously. It's disgusting and stupid.
Second, figurative "crap"...I know I'm pregnant and all, and that my body is doing something it's never done before, but MAN, it's still frustrating. Is it wrong that I'm worried my legs/lungs/heart won't remember what it's like to run under an 8 minute mile or at a sprint at all? My body is starting to hate me after 2 miles. Especially on the treadmill! And since the weather has been, well, crappy, I've been using the treadmill a lot more. So, this makes me overheat a lot quicker and get even more frustrated that I have to walk more often. But when I do run outside, I feel like I'm going at a snail's pace, and that my lungs are going to explode on the first hill. Running right now is making me feel like crap. :(
(Skip this part if you don't want to hear the rantings of a prego chick)Plus, I went from pretty much "marathon training" back in February to running 2 miles here and there. I've seen all my running buddies get BQ's and awesome PR's and I'm so happy/proud/excited for them...but a part of me is bummed because I miss really racing and being able to run those longer distances. It's hard to read about people moving forward with their goals when mine seem to be moving backward. Sure, this is a new "chapter" in my running life, and I'm not supposed to know what happens, but I miss kicking ass instead of having my ass kicked. I do need to look at the bright side more often: I'm going to be a MOM; I've ran 4 races so far since being pregnant; I can still lace up my shoes and run for a bit, walk for a bit, etc; my goals/dreams are simply on hold at the moment; I'm not the only one out there that feels this way.
Ok, ranting done. I feel better.
My Memorial weekend was very low-key. In fact, I slept a lot. Hung out with Travis and Murphy kitty too. But, Murphy and I took a lot of naps together. He's my sleeping buddy-in-crime. Here's Murph in action:
This is after I got up from a nap. Murph was using my pillow. :)
Got a couple of miles in over the weekend, and some really high incline power walks on the treadmill. But, it was raining the entire weekend and of course I wanted to be outside. The sun finally made its debut at around 5:30pm on Monday evening...thanks a lot for that, sun. What a long-weekend slap in the face. :P Oh well, I still enjoyed my lazy weekend!
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