Take me a shower, but the water don’t feel no good
Good day and welcome to Day 3. It’s 55°F and overcast today, but no rain. Yet. I wasn’t really looking forward to today’s run; I woke up later than I planned and that always puts me in a foul mood. Plus, I wasn’t feeling well. I’m convinced it’s self-sabotage because it seems like every other week I feel like I’m coming down with a cold. So I says to myself, “Listen up, Self. You’re running today, whether you like it or not. You got a problem with that, you can kiss my ass.” Had an orange for breakfast and then, out of spite, threw on my running gear and went down to the track.
Had the place to myself again. Got right into the warm up walk, and when I got to the other side of the track (approaching the fence I use for my pre- and post-run stretches), I heard all this angry screeching. I looked up and saw a Grackle circling me. Well, don’t that beat all, I thought to myself. Usually it’s buzzards. When I got to the fence, I paused my iPod and commenced with the stretching. The grackle landed on the fence about five feet away and continued screeching at me. A second grackle flew over and joined it. They both stood there making angry bird noises at me, while I started to wonder if maybe I should put my glasses back on in case they went Alfred Hitchcock on me. As I walked back to the track, I swear to gad I heard one of them say, ”You are doomed! Forsake all hope!”
They spleened me the entire time I was running. They must’ve had a nest in one of the nearby trees, though I can’t see as I was near enough to any of them to pose a threat.
...Can birds get rabies?...
Despite being continuously disturbed by Mutt and Jeff, I had a good run. Semi-good, considering what a horrible mood I was in. My calves were burning after the first three minute run, and after the second 90 second run/walk, I began seriously doubting my ability to handle the last three minute interval. But I did handle it, and for the last minute or so, I felt like I was flying.
I’m in a better mood now and am very much looking forward to Thursday. And Wednesday! Game 3 of the Cup final! The Red Wings are halfway to victory. I watched the gameat the lonely end of the rink all by myself last night, but that’s ok. Every time I jumped up and cheered, Tank got excited and the cats scattered like roaches. The best part? Gordie Howe was there. And there was a big fight at the end. (Don't fuck with the goalie.)
Had the place to myself again. Got right into the warm up walk, and when I got to the other side of the track (approaching the fence I use for my pre- and post-run stretches), I heard all this angry screeching. I looked up and saw a Grackle circling me. Well, don’t that beat all, I thought to myself. Usually it’s buzzards. When I got to the fence, I paused my iPod and commenced with the stretching. The grackle landed on the fence about five feet away and continued screeching at me. A second grackle flew over and joined it. They both stood there making angry bird noises at me, while I started to wonder if maybe I should put my glasses back on in case they went Alfred Hitchcock on me. As I walked back to the track, I swear to gad I heard one of them say, ”You are doomed! Forsake all hope!”
They spleened me the entire time I was running. They must’ve had a nest in one of the nearby trees, though I can’t see as I was near enough to any of them to pose a threat.
...Can birds get rabies?...
Despite being continuously disturbed by Mutt and Jeff, I had a good run. Semi-good, considering what a horrible mood I was in. My calves were burning after the first three minute run, and after the second 90 second run/walk, I began seriously doubting my ability to handle the last three minute interval. But I did handle it, and for the last minute or so, I felt like I was flying.
I’m in a better mood now and am very much looking forward to Thursday. And Wednesday! Game 3 of the Cup final! The Red Wings are halfway to victory. I watched the game
Now I’ve had my flax seed smoothie and in a few minutes I’ll do aerobic and lower body.
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4 comments:
The goalie is wearing body armor and carrying a stick the size of the Grim Reaper's scythe--messing with him is not smart, unless you're into decapitation.
Plus, one or four of his friends are going to make sure you pay for it.
You know I have The Birds on dvd. That movie cracks me up.
Haha! It's a classic, that's for sure.
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