since sliced bread

metallic, gel-infused asics kayanos are pretty great. jeri told me so.

she and jane also told me i should run the ragnar relay: 204.2 miles from prescott to mesa in 24 hours. [ha! we will just see about that, won't we.]

i've become such a sucker for peer pressure in my post-adolescent years. it's just so trendy, this running bidness, but i committed anyway. [much to the detriment of my joints and "the girls"- there's just nothing to keep them from the violent jostling, no matter what tyra says.]

12 runners + 2 vans + sleep deprivation - sanity = the ragnar del sol.

and let me be clear, i am not a runner. i've hated running ever since the first time ms. b--- made me run the timed mile in 7th grade. i came in last every time and i've mostly participated in only forced running since then with the help of coaches, fear, or misconstrued ideas of becoming thinner.

in fact, before this ragnar phenomenon, i can easily say that i have not run a lick since moving back to the valley in december '00. [i don't know, something about concrete and heat being so unmotivating after running the trails of flagstaff and maybe the birthing of a couple boys.] but this relay "training" has shed new light on the jogger deep, deep down inside of me.

i've actually begun to like running, [although the word-run, is a little too ambitious, jogging is more fitting] and not just the stopping part. it's my me time. where i don't have any kids or housework leering at me, i can finally listen to that new music i just downloaded-uninterrupted, i'm not staring at a screen, and i'm still doing something productive and healthy for myself.

i've even worked my way up to 5 consecutive miles. yay, me!

i've come a long way, ms. b---.

run - AIR