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Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Mile Run

I had this friend at University. She didn't do much...one class, mostly spent time lounging. One day she decided to go running and came back rather unfazed. She nonchalantly said, "Yeah I just ran three miles." Seriously, you do nothing for 3 months and then all the sudden run 3 miles?

Another friend from Atlanta, (1, 000 ft above sea level), after arriving in Utah (4, 500ft above sea level) told me, "Whew I just ran 5 miles." This person never struck me as athletic, and no way she could have adjusted to the elevation that quickly.

So one day I decided to try and see if I could run any amount of miles like them. And being fairly in shape I figured, piece of cake. Well I got about a block and a half before I was heaving and gasping for air.

I think both of them were lying about their mileage.

Well last night I had to run a mile for Kung Fu training. No big, pshhh only a mile. I haven't tried to run a mile in like 5 years but I've got this. After 1/4 of a mile I broke into my power walk...the walk of Kung Fu Shame. I told the Sifu, "I don't really do endurance training. Well I know a mile isn't endurance training but yeah. I don't run."

And honestly, I am either so far out of shape...



I feel like Gimli when I run long distances.


 

or those people were flat out lying. BTW I rock the 50 yard dash. Definitely a natural sprinter lol.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Sweater


I get really attached to articles of clothing. 

Two years ago I was checking the racks of Plato's Closet in Utah, and I found the sweater that I'd been searching for my whole life. My favorite sleeves. Grey. Size right. Whoever left this sweater behind obviously did not see it's great value or need to be loved and worn.

I wore that sweater everyday until it died.

I tried to sew the gaping holes back together with bright blue thread only to have the holes reopen within minutes of moving around.

Sadly the sweater sat unloved and crumbled at the bottom of a drawer.  I sometimes tried to put it on and roll the sleeves to hide the blown out elbows but it it did not work. I couldn't even wear such a mangled article of clothing to bed...

I even found a replacement sweater at goodwill. (I'm always trying to find backup sweaters.) Grey. Even nicer then the first. But it was not the same.

Today I ironed on patches, putting love back into the sweater and am wearing it for the first time in a long time.