Month: March 2014

A Horse Named Charley

My person is definitely an animal person. Like a vegetarian animal lover- she doesn’t eat read meat, chicken, pork or fish. And, if I understand correctly, she’s now attempting to give up the by-products of animals as well- whatever those are. I know “cheese” is one, she keeps lamenting about how she misses cheese!

It goes deeper than not eating animals. There are two tiny dogs running around the house. Very cute. Very, very crazy. Not that I mind them, neither seems to be of the shoe chewing variety- I’m pretty sure that would not fly here, us shoes are plentiful and also very much loved. Too small to ever join us on a run, I don’t get to spend much time socializing with these little girls, but I do enjoy watching their antics. The antics which keep both my person and her husband quite busy. I will be the first to admit that I haven’t been around too many families outside of the mall experience, but if I had to take a guess, these two pooches have it made. Like, they might at well be human babies. Which is why I can’t understand how they could have more time to devote to bringing another pet into the home- a horse no less!

She seemed pretty excited about the prospect too, shouting about him this morning when she woke up.
Charley Horse!
Charley Horse!
I assumed she’d been dreaming about him but some discussion ensued and while she was hopping around the bedroom (in excitement?) he ran into the kitchen to get this mystery horse a bottle of water. Now, I know that I am a shoe, and I don’t always know what’s what but I do know some things. A horse isn’t typically so small that it could possibly be in the house and not immediately visible. Right? Can a small bottle of water possibly satisfy it’s thirst? I don’t know what to think. I’ve spent all day awaiting a sighting and still, not a one.

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Went on my First Date, with Running

As I may have mentioned (or yes, bitched about- same thing!), our Learn to Run group had our second meeting yesterday and man, was I dreading it. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around being ready to run just yet. I mean I worried about it all day. I was so worked up over it, thinking that “run” meant sprint. No. Wrong. I would like to be the kind of shoes that admit when I am mistaken:

Another cold one. I keep hearing lots of random talk of lions and lambs, I just wish whatever is supposed to happen in March that makes it warm up would just happen already, no matter what animals are involved. Not that I was focused much on the weather because really, all I could think was this was going to be a nightmare. I was shaking, she was shaking and only a few others in the bunch looked to be as nervous. The directions portion of the session didn’t help matters either. The coach likened the evening as our first date with running. She followed that up with, “…which means no heavy breathing.” I’m not really sure what one thing has to do with another, but the people all laughed so I guess it was only us shoes that were missing something- we all just kind of looked at each other. Not only did I not get the apparent joke, but I couldn’t stop thinking of how winded my person gets climbing an admittedly large hill on our walks. The path we use for our weekly running lesson is pretty hilly and I couldn’t see the night ending on anything other than a sour note. I totally pictured getting asked to leave once she started with the shortness of breath, saying we weren’t ready. That wouldn’t have been at all embarrassing!

A little warm up…
some stretching…
and we were off walking. I’m getting better at it and so was able to devote this time to panicking about the upcoming run. Broken up into small groups this week, with staggered start times, I at least wasn’t going to have to worry about smashing my face into another’s heel, or someone one’s leg! Even better than that, each of the groups had at least one mentor/experienced runner who kept the time. Normally, checking a stop watch isn’t necessarily taxing, but it was nice to see that the newbies- my own included, just had to concentrate on walking (& keeping me on the path, away from the ice and other runners, so on and so forth) Until minute 5 that is, when all hell was going to break loose!

“Get ready, guys!” I heard the mentor shout out. “We’re going to run in 5, 4, 3, 2…”

It was happening! I was running. R U N N I N G. Finally! Well, we were! Only it wasn’t the knock down, drag out, full force run I had spent the last 24 hours getting myself into a tizzy over. A nice, s l o w jog. It was harder than walking, a little, but obviously doable. Just as I came to that conclusion, minute six arrived and we were back to walking. I did it! I held my own, we both did. I think she’d been worried as well, because I could feel my person relax into me a bit more after that and the rest of our session went equally smooth. The running minutes were no more scary than any of the others. Her breathing, whereas a little more effort was needed at times, didn’t seen particularly heavy. In fact, I heard continued yapping, and at times- actual laughter, from above for the whole of the half hour!
Yes, I said a half hour. We managed to get in six of the walk/runs. No bare minimum for us! That being said, I remember little else after the cool down stretching. I think my relief in how well the evening had gone compared to my thoughts relaxed me to the point of napping in the car on the way home! In fact, she typically takes me off as soon as we get in the house but maybe she sensed I was resting? I know that’s silly, she has no idea that I am “real”, but I would like to think that in an effort not to disturb, she left me on until the last possible minute. And then… have you ever sat in a room full of hot steam? I have to say, if you haven’t, I highly suggest it- I am barely even achy today! The perfect way to end the night!

So, am I officially a runner yet?

Every Day I’m Shuffling

I can not get over just how difficult running is. Not just because of the weather as late either. It’s not quite as simple as putting one of myself in front of the other (of myself). I mean, it is, but really- it takes much more effort than those words imply. I know it will get easier, I’ve just got to give myself some time and keep shuffling along. It’s just so easy to get discouraged.

I gotta tell ya- I am in no way as looking forward to tomorrow’s Learn to Run session as I was last week. We did our homework, which was to walk for a half hour, at least twice, so it’s not I didn’t prepare as directed. I already know what lies ahead on the docket for tomorrow evening and I do not feel quite ready to attempt it- walk for four minutes, run for one. & repeat.
For a total of five times. Five. Times.

Walk for 4 minutes,
Run for 1.

Walk for 4 minutes,
Run for 1.

Walk for 4 minutes,
Run for 1.

Walk for 4 minutes,
Run for 1.

Walk for 4 minutes,
Run for 1.

Wow. Its shocking how much that intimidates me.
-says the sneakers meant to run 13.1 miles in 8 months time.

It’s not like its even in the privacy of our one lane, wooded little road, far from witnesses other than deer and the odd squirrel. It’ll be happening out in public, at a park no less, with passersby. Not to mention the 100+ fellow Learn-to-Runners and their people. Despite what you may think from my bright colors, I do not like being a focal point. I don’t see how we’ll be able to escape notice either. My person, bless her, she is even worse at this than I am and I say that out of affection. Her heavy breathing at the end of our walks would be enough to attract attention. I can’t even fathom how she’s going to get through the first 5 minutes, no less the additional 20 of pushing herself. Here’s hoping that many others of the same shoes and will be concentrating on their own challenges to even notice us.

After all that complaining, I must end this on multiple bright sides. I’m pretty sure that hoping others are also struggling negates one of them…

At least her long pants keep me warm(er).

At least her long pants keep me warm(er).

With a view like this up to six days a week, I can handle the park for one.

With a view like this up to six days a week, I can handle the park for one.

The Deets

I’d like to say I was thinking about all the things I wanted to tell you guys while I was on my walk, but yeah, I didn’t think much expect for cold, ow, cold, breathe, cold, ow. I can NOT wait until I’m in better shape and get to that relaxing, me-time, space all the other running shoes talk about. Forget the euphoria, I’ll settle for peace and my own thoughts without my discomfort competing for attention.

My person jumped immediately into the shower when we got back, affording me some rare, during the day, laptop access. Though, I’m kinda jealous, I bet a hot shower would be amazing right now. Warm me up and sooth my aches. She always looks much more relaxed afterwards.

First off, sorry for dropping a bomb and then running off- literally, haha! Yup, a half-marathon, thirteen (plus) miles. I’m so excited. I had heard talk of it around the house since my arrival, but I didn’t think they meant this year! Here’s the kicker though- remember how I said I would love to somehow do some good and raise monies for charity. Well, my person is all about that as well. She volunteers a lot and through that work she made some contacts in this super cool local charity- Sparrow’s Nest. They work to provide healthy homemade meals for moms battling cancer so that they can worry about one less thing (keeping their family fed) and concentrate on getting well. This race will allow us to fundraise and help provide support to this organization, helping them continue to grow their reach.

Annnnd, we get to go to Disney! Besides all that can mean- running through the theme parks after hours, attending an after-party with lots of food and wine and rides, just to name a few, right now all I can think is that it will be warm. Not crazy hot, but perfect November in Florida weather! Who could blame me for concentrating on that right now?

I had better get going, she’ll be out of the shower any minute. Like me, she’s still reeling from registering this morning, I don’t know if she’s quite ready to meet the “real” me just yet- pun totally intended.

(I’m a) Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Artic. Bitter. Frigid. Freezing. Frosty. Frozen. Glacial. Icy. Numbing. Piercing. Polar. Raw.        

I know that this isn’t news to anyone. I know that we are all cold, that we are all tired of it, and we’re all anxiously awaiting Spring’s arrival. After all my time spent in a department store, just itching to get out, I never thought anything could make me dread going outside, but man, the feeling of the cold ground is beyond anything I could’ve imagined. The good thing is that at least it numbs the pain. That, or I am so busy concentrating on the temperature that I don’t feel the aches until I’ve had time to thaw out after our walks.

I’m not the only baby either, I look up during our walk over the weekend and my persons got on a few pairs of pants, several layers of t-shirts and sweatshirts, a hat, the biggest scarf I’ve ever seen and gloves. I have on my socks. Which are super thin. To be fair, she did offer me a pair of thick, I want to say they were for hiking, socks, but I declined, they were not comfortable- all I need to do is give her another blister!

Here’s hoping that all this makes it so much easier to be out there, doing what we do, once it warms up. Any. Day. Now.