Ay Ya Wa Wa (Kelsey)

I realize it's been less than 24 hours since my last post, but I have a bachelorette party on the other side of the state tonight, so I had to run this afternoon instead of this evening.

First things first, I woke up a little earlier this morning and went to WalMart to legitimize my running experience. I was on a quest for track shorts, running tanks, and a means of bangs management. Along with my flat feet, I have been blessed with a cone-shaped dome which makes keeping a headband on my head quite challenging. It generally stays for awhile and then ends up going towards the top of my head like a yamaka with a hole in it. We used to try to have team headbands for both soccer and basketball, but generally, mine never made it past warm-ups. I compromised by never having bangs, but now I do have them and I am fond of them. But they are not fond of me running.

I found some good running outfits, including a pair of dark gray shorts, a fun pair of royal blue shorts, and a light-red tank with dark gray stripes down the sides that coordinate nicely with my gray shorts, as well as a sleek black tank. Fortunately, I was also quite successful on my bangs management quest. It turns out that hard plastic headbands actually stay on my head! I am so excited. Those were never an option in either basketball or soccer, so I hadn't thought about it til I was in the store and saw them. And sure enough, they were valiant and stayed right where I put them for my whole run. Victory!

Unfortunately, my three-mile run was not as successful as my trip to WalMart. My clothes are far more legitimate than I am now. My shins behaved and my thighs only got a little itchy, but I felt like I was trucking around twice the amount of weight as I was last night. I am a bit ashamed to say, but I probably walked about half, if not more of the route today. It surprised me because normally when I walk, it is because I need to catch my breath. But today had nothing to do with my breathing and everything to do with my body. My legs felt mammoth and just did not want to run. I felt like I was putting in a lot of work to go pretty slow and just didn't have it in me. I am not altogether sure what to make of this, though I have two theories. Theory 1: My body was mad at me for measuring it last night, so it decided to make me feel every inch I measured, or Theory 2: Only giving my body 15 hours to rest was not quite enough, especially for the beginning. I'm pretty sure it was Theory 2. So today, I felt like quite the fat lard, but hey, at least my top coordinated with my shorts so I looked good doing it.

Oh! On another note, there were no cat calls today, but that same red winged blackbird attacked me in the same corner of the ponds today! I hope he is not looking to start some sort of vendetta against me, because I am not sentimental towards birds and would have no problem bringing my tennis racket with on my next run. He will not win.