Crossing off those Pink X’s on the training calendar on my fridge makes me feel so good. I guess it’s technically not the act of crossing them off that feels good, but knowing the obstacles that I usually have to overcome to earn the right to do so. The schedule Saturday said I should complete 2 miles. However, Saturday, I took the day off. I didn’t even leave the house. I just relaxed and did nothing. I loved it. My god-brother, begged me to make a breakfast casserole, since he was “dreaming about it.” But other than that, I just chilled and watched TV. I didn’t really feel like I was “off” my training plan, because it really doesn’t matter if you walk/run Saturday or Sunday, as long as you get in the miles before the week is over. Sunday, I got dressed, and Nyah and I got in the car to go to the park for a walk. But, much to my disappointment, my car wouldn’t start. It was hot, and I was frustrated. I was tempted to go back inside. I tried and tried to start it, but to no avail. I was already sweating from sitting in the hot car, and Nyah was getting restless in the back seat since I could let the electronic windows down. I decided to just walk around the neighborhood, despite potentially having to face stray dogs and scary people. I remember the time I found what was like a hidden neighborhood a few blocks over. I was in search of neatly manicured lawns and pleasant people that wave when you walk past. As I stepped over broken glass and passed an unofficial dumping site, I thought I would never find the secret block. Then, I rounded the corner, and there it was. It was kind of weird that I almost instantly felt safer. I grew up in a quiet neighborhood where everyone knew each other and the doors were left unlocked as the kids ran from house to house. So, I don’t think I’ll ever truly embrace the ghetto. Anyway, for right now, it’s all a part of the plan, because when I move up an out, I’m Really moving up. We walked up and down the block a couple times until the Nike iPod lady said I only had 1/2 mile left. I turned around and headed back toward my house. I was drenched in sweat and took that as sign that it was a job well done.
P.S. My car key was worn, down and $125 dollars later, I have a new key.
Dontcha just love her annoying voice? The best thing I heard 3 weeks ago…400 meters left to go. I was hauling butt during my 2nd 5K race and thanks to her annoying chiming in, I shaved 2 minutes off my time! Some days that Nike iPod lady is all I need to get through it.
Glad it wasn’t a major issue with your car. Car repairs suck. I have to haul mine back to the body shop because the paint is starting to peel like cheap nail polish!
That is so funny, b/c when she says that I can’t really visualize “400 meters”, but I know it means I’m almost done!…I laughed and laughed when I read this comment, because I had some cheap polish on my nails, and I was thinking I knew I should’ve just used the OPI polish.