HILLS & BLISTERS!

So yesterday was interesting. I turned up my pandora and tied up my laces. Ran about a quarter of a mile further in a minute less time than the day prior. (I just had to spend the last 5 minutes trying to figure out if the appropriate word for my last sentence was "further" or "farther", did I make the best choice?)  My improvement was nothing earthshaking and with most of my thanks to Missy Elliot (rump shaken both ways make you do a double take... I was in my groove. haha). It was hot and I still felt stupid. I was wondering why I never think to pee before I leave. I realized a few things, too.

Mile Count Yesterday: 2.72

I feel more judged when I run through the development with big houses and nice cars than I do in the first development I pass through with less of the luxury. It's probably in my head. Who would really know. But I feel like I stand out more in a better development. In my old ratty work shirt and rolled up shorts. I feel like they are all looking at me and wondering why I don't just go to the gym or something.
I relate that feeling to an addict in many ways. The discomfort they likely feel went going in to an environment they are not used to. Like, all eyes are on them waiting for them to pick up the wrong fork at a restaurant they have no business in. Not having all of the same "privilege" and wondering why some people are born into one skin while others are not. I also realized that there are a lot of sprinklers running and there is no sense in wasting them by not running through them!

Sprinkler Count Yesterday: 4

Ultimately, the most important part to remember is that we are all the same person. We work for what we have and we have struggles that people outside our minds front door don't know of. So, whether I am in the rich development or the ghetto... I am running towards a goal and so is everyone around me in their own way. We all even out.

Common ground is so much easier to navigate along. 

So, yesterday I also made it up that damned hill before I reached home. And I wanted to just shake my ass and say WHO'S YOUR DADDY to the pavement. But, fearing the thought of looking even more ridiculous, I held it inside. I also earned my first two blisters. Which lets me know I will be needing new shoes. BOO SHOES! Any advice on good, inexpensive places to look for a reliable pair is appreciated!

Hill: 1 Shannon: 1 

Blister Count Yesterday: 2

Today, I am sore and walking around like a penguin. I can't completely promise that I will get back up if I sit down on the toilet today to pee. I'm thinking I'll do more of a hover and hope for the best. I am going to take one last run tonight before my break day. And I am going to try and make it double the length. So, with that said... Thanks for everyone joining me on my journey so far!

Remember, we are all in this together. No matter what "this" is, we are a team. It's never not okay to ask for help. It's never the wrong time to offer a hand, a shoulder, or an ear.
"We all need somebody to lean on!"

Foward Motion! Let's keep it Going!!

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Sidenote: my boyfriend has been trying to get me to eat eggs for over two years now. I have refused as long as I've known him. Just a moment ago, while I was proofreading this, he dropped the bomb.

"You know, eating eggs would probably be great for your marathon training" 

followed by ramblings he found on google to prove him right.

Sneaky Little Bastard. Check. Mate.

I'm off to go eat breakfast now. Eggs it is.