I felt distracted today. I was thinking about math the whole time, and then my thirty minutes were up. I was a little upset, because I can think about math any time, but I can only run for a little bit, and then it was gone.
Saturday and Sunday, September 26-27, 2009 (30 minutes each)
I think I should stick to running every other day for the time being. My leg feels better that way, and I think I can stay sane with and every-other-day schedule.
I would like to get some cross-training in to start rebuilding some real fitness, but so far I haven't worked up that level of motivation. Running has been fun. I've enjoyed every jaunt on the grass (and I finally have access to the artificial field as well). But the prospect of thrashing around for ninety minutes in the pool is less enticing.
Thursday, September 24, 2009 (about eight minutes)
I and a couple other people were trying to go from point A to point B. We had come from different places (points C and D) by different methods - I by bike and they by car. So we planned to follow the same route from A to B but simply to go in our respective conveyances. I had never been to B, but got instructions about its location relative to A (and the north pole).
But, when I got to B, it wasn't B. B was B', which was in approximately the place and was approximately the sort of establishment I was expecting, but had a different name and none of my friends in it. I decided B was further down road E, but then road E ended. On top of this, I got a flat tire, and confusedly walked my bike all over town looking for point B (and passing, in a rather convoluted series, through points F, U, C, K, T, H, I, and S).
Note that point C is actually (as was mentioned before) one of our origins. Specifically mine - where I live. That's where my cell phone was. If I had taken it with me to begin with, I'd have used it to navigate from points A to B directly.
So I finally knew where point B was, but it was late enough that I was worried the people would leave by the time I got there. (There would still be people there, but not the particular ones I wanted to see. That's maybe a cruelly dismissive attitude towards everyone who would have been there, but I just tell it the way it is.) So I walked a short way from C towards B before deciding to run the rest. The people I wanted to see were still there and I was suitably sweaty upon arrival.
Wednesday, September 22, 2009 (20 minutes)
20 minutes felt much too short. I would have liked to run for an hour - the air was cool, the grass was wet and soft. It was dark and I could barely hear the floodlight hum as the pointed the other direction.
Just as I was walking onto the field (apparently looking very confident), a couple people stopped me to ask how to get on the track. "What track?" I wondered. Apparently there's one on the other side of the giant cement wall next to the field I run on. Who knew?
Monday, September 21, 2009 (20 minutes)
Yes, my right hamstring still feels a little different than my left one, especially when doing a few certain core exercises at the gym. But if I'm paranoid enough about it, I'm sure I can get my right testicle to feel different than the left one, as well. It's time to run.
After getting a gym membership and finally starting exercising a couple weeks ago, I began to go stir-crazy from lack of running. When I wasn't working out at all, not running wasn't a problem - I simply didn't think about it much. But I couldn't watch hundreds of sweaty people on strange-looking machines for an hour a day without thinking I ought to be outdoors a bit more.
There are a few fields around. There's one artificial surface field like the infield at Oxy, but my access to it is limited so far (I'm still working on getting a card). The other is the baseball diamond. I originally assumed it was off limits, but I saw an old man jogging on the warning track the other day, so I went and ran there tonight. No one yelled at me, so that'll be my de-facto running spot until I get evicted.
My twenty-minute jaunt felt fantastic. I didn't feel out of shape, just rested. I suspect that if I had tried to turn it into a ninety minute jaunt, I'd have learned soon enough what the effect of the layoff has been on my body. But at the moment, I'm simply glad to have put in a nice little jog.
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