Earlier today, as I lay about on the couch watching Live with Regis & Kelly and sipping Diet Coke in an attempt to escape from my four-bar, very-late-second-dinner/very-early-morning-breakfast and very-little-sleep-induced stupor (the joys of funemployment!), I was asked a strange question about running. Well, I guess technically I was asked two questions, the latter of which I consider strange just because no one has ever asked me it before. The first question was how long tomorrow's run is. Six miles, I said. The second question made me laugh. Typical follow-up questions include: "How long does that take you?", "Why?? Why???", "Where do you run?" and "Don't you get bored?" I love THIS question though!! This conversation was had on Facebook, so I literally quote: "How does that... feel?" Not wanting to scare this poor soul (for, unbeknownst to probably anyone except the girls from the RunOn social runs--and my loyal readers--ha!, I feel quite passionately about how it feels to have a great run--and there are many versions of a great run, but I digress... that's another post altogether...), I merely said that while it depends, it usually feels great. The truth is, whether it's a good or bad run, pain-free or excruciating, one thing is certain. You feel alive. It's the constant breathing that fills your lungs with air--the in and out, in and out, in and out--all the while moving in your stride and hearing the sic, sic, sic, sic of your feet hitting the ground. It's amazing. It's truly living. Don't get me wrong, it's not always enjoyable. There's nothing fun about being dogged by pain in the middle of a run, but feeling that pain definitely lets you know you're alive.
On to the surprising phone call. Not gonna lie, I typically screen my calls. Not because I feel I'm super important, but because I generally like to be the one to decide who I want to speak with and when. I also tend to sound a lot smarter (or just a lot less stupid?) in print as opposed to audio... hence the fact that I am a writer. Anyhoo, if I don't know a number, I don't answer it unless I'm feeling particularly adventurous. Thank goodness I wasn't feeling so this morning! I still haven't even ventured to put in my contacts or brush my teeth yet (shut up, single (and unemployed) people can do this--it's one of the perks--kind of like eating garlic and onions, sitting around in your underwear, drinking straight from the milk carton and eating directly out of the ice cream container), so I was in no capacity to field this call. When I checked the voicemail, it was a recruiter calling about a marketing job. I froze. No. Not yet. I'm not ready. I've just now regressed back to my college lifestyle (and weight and tanness!). I can't go back now! I hate the phone anyway. I prefer to collect necessary information, take it in, go back and forth on it and then respond when I feel comfortable. Phone calls do not allow for this. I don't know what I'll do. Probably wait til Monday to call back. I need to buy some time anyway. I don't even have my portfolio ready... or possess a suit appropriate for an interview. In fact, at this point, I have only two suits in my possession--birthday and swim. Neither would be acceptable for any interview I'd consider... although my swim suit is a very cute Michael Kors number :)
Back to training... Given last night's shenanigans, the spin and yoga class I'd planned on taking this morning did not happen. I believe once I drag myself off the couch, brush my teeth, put in my contacts and check the mail for my severance check (please dear Lord let it arrive!), I'll go do the trail. I had a nice 3 miler yesterday. Did 7 total, walked 4 of them. Feeling a bit rickety today so I'll probably just take it easy out there, do some laundry, go to bed early and be ready for the 6 miler at 6 a.m. tomorrow.
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