I’m sorry to hear that you lost, O’s, but you’re still in a great position to take the major league baseball world by storm.
I’ve been sidelined by my lack of inspiration to run. I decided to use the time I should be running, by doing something that reflects my thinking about running.
Click on http://www.tweetchat.com and enter #runtopearljam in the search box. Within the results you will see how my enthusiasm for Pearl Jam infiltrated my running. I LOVE to run to Pearl Jam. Although I don’t like to think about what running I have to do – it makes me tired thinking about the running I have to do – once I’m doing it I’m usually running to Pearl Jam, and life is much better.
I have a soft spot in my heart for the Tigers. My family lived in Mt. Clemons and West Bloomfield at different points during my early years. Two of my sisters and I graduated from the University of Michigan, and Detroit is my parents’ favorite city.
I’m happy with how the Orioles played, and it’s awesome that BRob hit a 3-run homer again. I don’t usually get to see the Tigers in action, so this game was quite a treat. My favorite image of the game, is the one showing Pie/Jones/Markakis jumping up and bumping again. I love the images of them doing that.
Athletes inspire us when they do well, but they also inspire us when they pull themselves up from the pit of despair. I need a little inspiring right now. This was definitely an off day for running. My colleague and I were all ready to run, and 50 ft into it, I decided to stop and head back to the office.
As I waited for her to get back, and as I walked to the metro, and during the ride home on the metro, I pondered the manifestation of my demons. How could my lack of confidence be so sharp – why couldn’t I trust myself to be stronger than I have been?
Then I revisited the 50 ft I ran, and between 30 and 50 ft my shins hurt. I didn’t stretch before hand, and it was obvious. So, was it really demons pestering me that made me stop, or was I being an angel to myself by stopping before I hurt my shins further? I decided to cut myself some slack, and realize it was a combination of the two. I’ll make sure to stretch properly in the future.
I must prepare for this race mostly on my own – it’s difficult to be on someone’s schedule. I don’t want to feel bad if I can’t keep up, and the other person slows down to accommodate me. Also, if I run on my own I can listen to as many Pearl Jam bootlegs as I want . . .