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And I ran... I ran so far away...

<"I just raaannnnn, I ran all night and daaayyyyy">
(quick spin in a circle and intense camera stare)
<"Couldn't get away">
[Cue synthesizer *pew pew pew pew*]

 You're welcome for the serenade. Don't recognize the song?? Well, you're in luck! Here's a YouTube video. Pay close attention to the hair- it helps you run. At least I think it does... Why else would they have that cut and sing about running away...?


Again, you're welcome.

Hubbins and I went yögging again yesterday at the gym, and I have to confess I'm quite proud of myself. I made it through the entire Couch to 5K week 1 session. This is important as the first time I tried this, I didn't finish. But! This time I was running my spandex'd toosh off, feeling like a sissy girl, and just as I was thinking "there's no way- I can't do it!", I heard the sweetest words I've ever heard [while running]:

"Only 2 more runs to go!*"

"2 more runs?! I can make it through 2 more runs!"

By goodness, I did it. I made it through 2 more runs, a 5-minute cool down, and then spent some sweet sweet time in the pool. We even did a few laps- look at us being so athletic!

Also, I would totally get eaten by a shark if in that most unfortunate of circumstances. 

Not the point. The point is, running is a weird, weird thing. I'm a lazy person by nature, but there's something about running that feels so freeing. There were a few times during the C25K** podcast where my feet hit the treadmill just right and I felt like I was running so in sync with the music. I'll eventually make it to running on pavement, but the treadmill's just fine for now.

We're going out of town this weekend (and have a super sweet house sitter, so no bright ideas!) and are already planning to go running once or twice while we're gone, even though we'll only be gone 3-ish days. Since I've signed up for the 5K, I really want to run/yög it. I think I'm going to be really disappointed with myself if I walk the whole thing.

Of course, walking is still more than I normally would do, but I've made a big deal out of yögging on here, sooooo.... yeah. It needs to happen.

Well, it is an 80's 5k... Maybe I'll get some Flock of Seagulls hair for the occasion. Wind resistance and all. ;-)

I would run too... Away from the scissors.
<3
A Redhead

*Note: I may be paraphrasing- it's all a blur. =P
**Note: "C25K". I'm so fancy. That's Couch 2 5K for you newbs. ;)
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  1. NinaJuly 21, 2014 at 10:09 PM

    Love the funky German ö you are using! I ran this weekend too and it felt great, even though I have a sprained little toe (stupid walls). Maybe I run a 5K in 2015...

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  2. UnknownJuly 22, 2014 at 2:00 PM

    Awesome job on the c25k program! You're gonna kill it!!

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  3. UnknownJuly 22, 2014 at 2:02 PM

    And i'll come if you do your hair like that. =)

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