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Last week I took a detour on my way to Tahoe from Sacramento and stopped by Davis, Calif. to run on the Labor Day 5K race – my first ever 5Kation!
This is not a post about running. It should be pretty obvious that I fell off the running wagon months ago. But more on that some other time.
This weekend Daniel and I are headed for California to see one of his old friends get married at the Oakland zoo, but our dog Zeus can’t come with us (weeping eyes, weeping eyes). So, our dear (dearest) friend Julie will be staying at our place during that time taking care of the big boy. Since Julie doesn’t have experience with big dogs (her last dog was a weiner dog) and she doesn’t have health insurance (like me), I decided to put together some reading material to get her ready for her nine days with Zeus.
Nothing like starting a new hobby to give me an excuse to shop. It’s been over a month since I started jogging regularly. It’s time to bring out the plastic.
Some people have suggested (to my face) that I may have a shopping problem. Blasphemy! I’m a great shopper. Almost never do I buy anything on the fly (unless it’s therapy shopping, which is perfectly acceptable). As I transform myself into a runner, I’ve started to research a few key items I’ll need at my disposal:
- Running Shoes
- Running Bra
- Running Shorts
- T-Shirts/Tank Tops
First order of business is the running bra.
What is a mile? Or more specifically, how far is a mile? I always thought it was a standard measure of distance. Wikipedia says it’s 1.609344 km or 5,280 ft – and if it’s in Wikipedia, it must be true. Then why is it that New Balance and Google Maps can’t seem to agree?
From the moment I started running I wanted to measure my progress. I thought that more than running pants, sunblock or even running shoes, a pedometer was an essential tool in a runner’s toolbox. Damn the day I decided to go to Target and get myself one.
A short post about yesterday’s brilliant idea of trying a new longer, harder route.
A few days ago I finished reading “The Book Thief” and have been trying to decide what book to read next.
My Short list (in order of preference):
- El Obsceno Pájaro de la Noche/The Obscene Bird of Night (been thinking of giving it another try)
- Catcher in the Rye (nope, never read it)
- Nickle and Dimed (how I’ve been feeling during this tax season)
- Random Family
- Son of a Witch
But then I remembered that Daniel had read a few months ago a book about running. Back when he bought it, I thought “yuck, how boring!” Even now, I have to admit, I have my doubts as to the entertaining value of a book whose title is “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running.” I mean, come on. What’s up with that title, anyway? But Daniel swears by Murakami so I decided to give it a go.