Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Trail fail, taco salad win

Yesterday I was looking forward to running all day because I had decided I was going to go to a local state park and run on the trails. I had joyful visions of traipsing along dirt paths amongst the wildlife, kept cool by the overhanging trees. The first mile or so was indeed joyful. I felt good, there was a lot of downhill, I managed to keep my eyes on path and still keep a good pace. I had a moment where I thought "hey, I should totally run trails every day forever and ever." Then...

I ate a bug.


I ate another bug.

Just straight up inhaled/swallowed. Before I knew what was happening, they were in my tummy. I was considering what this meant for my vegetarianism when...

I saw a snake.

A SNAKE! SERIOUSLY. I am not a wuss about reptiles or amphibians, although big creatures do freak me out, but the monkey part of my brain kicked in and said "you're running, and you saw a snake... maybe you should run from the snake?" I also started digging around in my memory about red and black and venom and death. Wikipedia tells me it is some variation on: ""Red on yellow will kill a fellow, but red on black is a friend of Jack." I was never in danger of getting bitten, and I didn't even have time to really look at the snake. I'm sure he was just as scared as I was. My second mile... not so stellar. Third mile was a complete bust. I ate another bug. I brushed my hair from my face and kept touching bugs. I began to hate everything.

My mile splits were: 8:59, 9:35, and 11:19 (!!!!!!). I also did an extra 0.11 to make it a full 5k. My overall pace was 10 minute miles but still... come on Laurel, consistency. If I can change anything about my running, it is pacing. I think my watch has made it worse because I can glance down as much as I want and see how fast I'm going. If I look down and see 9 min/mile, I think I should be going that fast, so I try and maintain. No. I will work on that.

To follow up my less than stellar run, I had the requisite tummy ache. I ate a little and drank and finally got some appetite. Then I had the best taco salad the world has ever known. This baby was a pile of lettuce, diced tomatoes, a few olives, cheddar cheese, salsa, sour cream, Morningstar crumbles with taco seasoning, and black beans. It was glorious. I don't usually like taco salad because the ratios are never right, and warm lettuce creeps me out, but this... perfection. It was eaten in 3.5 seconds and I was happy.

Today in my neck of the woods it is super duper hot and sticky. In other words, summer. I'm going to run on the treadmill I think, so as to survive. It'll be delightful and bug-free.

1 comment :

  1. "I ate three bugs in the morning, I ate three bugs at night. I ate three bugs in the afternoon and everything was right."