Well I went running today (OK I guess jogging better describes what I do) and I am settling into a pretty good system now. Generally I am running 4 days a week and sticking to a routine I like:
Monday: about a 5 mile run with limited hills
Tuesday and Wednesday: about a 4 mile run with hills
Thursday: a day of rest
Friday: a combination of the two about 5 or more mile run with some hills
Then I take the weekend off. It is a fun system for me, building up then taking the time off. I hope it will get me in good shape for the Peachtree Road Race.
My route takes me through a little bit of a wooded area, so when I got home and sat down to check my e-mail; I wasn’t too freaked out to find a little spider crawling up my let. I grabbed it with a Kleenex and threw it in the trash can under my desk. Well a few minuets later I felt something crawling up my leg again and I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the same spider. Only this time I knew that it wasn’t a little spider, but a tic. It had escaped the Kleenex and hopped onto my leg (I checked). If you have ever tried to kill a tic, you know that the gentle squish that you give to a spider does nothing to a tic. Now I was a little freaked out. Every time I even think I feel something on my leg I immediately look and scratch and check the floor around me. That has been happening about every 5 minuets all day.
Jerry Seinfeld used to do a joke about what people looked like from a distance after they walked through a spider web. I always think of that when I remember the time I ran over a yellow jacket nest with the lawn mower. I’m mowing along as I feel a slight sting on my leg, then my back, then my thigh (over 10 in all). I start flicking them off my leg as I worry about the one that just flew up my shorts. Next thing you know I run towards the house, arms and legs flailing, shedding clothing, making noises like a little girl (AAAAAAAYYYIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!). I wonder what someone would have thought if they looked out the window at just the right moment: “What the…Is that some kind of a dance?”
By the way, if you have never been stung by a yellow jacket, consider yourself lucky. They are much worse than a bee or hornet, not to mention you usually have more than just one sting. Well I just checked the trashcan again after vigorously showering and I don’t think I see the tic. I guess its time to take that trash out and resume the bug dance again. What was that?
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The trash is out...but I'm not sure if he escaped beforehand.
Ticks gross me out. Spiders are cool, though. I keep hoping to get bitten by a radioactive one so I can climb buildings and shit. Good excuse to move back to NY, 'cause in LA, Spider-Man would be kinda screwed. He'd have to take the 10 freeway to go after the bad guys.
Sorry, I got sidetracked. Good job with the running. Start training for the Chicago Marathon; we'll hang out in Chi-town.
Michael: I think I'll get through a 10 K first. Then a half marathon. Then we'll talk.
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