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It's not me...it's me. There is no boxy-boxy today, so I went running to avenge my death. Well, perhaps death is overstating it, but it really hurt my feelings not to be able to finish my course just because it was like 95 deg and humid. I was going to do heavy weights today, but when I saw the weather and noted today would be the coolest day in many, I decided to go ahead and run. I toasted, drank, stretched, and returned to my 5 mile course. I nailed it...I started fast for about 2 miles, slowed a bit - but never, ever, came to a point where stopping was imminent. Oddly, I didn't really sweat much and my mouth did seem dry - so that wasn't just the heat that day...but without the heat I did the same course with no problem. I mean I didn't go fast, only about 5 miles at 10-12 minutes per mile if that, but I made it without stopping. I are pleased.

I don't wear, or own, an ipod. I run without music, though I often "play" a song in my head (other times I compose motions or LJ posts). Today's inspirational hymn was noting that after last time I failed, that today nothing was going to break my stride. No body was going to slow me down, oh no, I had to keep moving.

I'm never going hiking again. Hiking is stupid. I left my house and there were people parking here to walk around. I passed the memorial, where runners were parking and stretching. I crossed the bridge and ran into more hikers and bikers, then when I finished the island part of my run passed a metric ton of people parking and setting up their workouts by Roosevelt. Winding up at the edge of Rosslyn I think I passed a marathon training crew - over 100 people who were no professional runners out running. People come to where I live to work out - and I live here. Why would I leave to work out?

Ok the answer is cute girls. I would go hiking for cute girls; but, there are cute girls galore here so no need to travel and waste fossil fuels.