holy crap that was hard
So today I began training for hopefully what in six months will be a marathon. Let's set a little groundwork here so that you can hurt with me as I describe today's festivities.
1) I only run for fun and exercise. Mostly exercise because it hurts many things on my body to run.
2) When I do run on occasion, i usually go between 2&3 miles.
3) I haven't run in about 4 weeks.
4) My 'training buddy' ran cross-country in high school.
5) He is 6'2 with legs that are about 5' tall.
6) The longest I have run in my life is 8 miles, and that because I was lost. I didn't run for 4 months after that because it was so miserable.
Today we ran 6 miles. We ran 6 miles in 48 minutes. We ran 6 miles in 48 minutes and I was coughing so bad at the end of it that i literally thought i was going to throw up for 5 minutes. 6 miles!!! That's my second longest run in my life, and it was on purpose. I hurt. Lots of things on me hurt, but if that isn't bad enough....we are runnning again tomorrow. Its only going to be 20-30 minutes, it's called a 'recovery' run. That is an oxymoron. A paradox if ever there were. I recover by sitting on the couch, and for some reason I have decided to do something to my body which requires me to run in order to recover. I'm an idiot.
A Corbin-esque Day
A strange day indeed. I walked out of meeting with a guy for lunch today having parked in the same spot where I have parked for the past year (outside a fraternity house, its really not even a spot, but no one seems to mind) and my car was gone. Towed. I knew it. I wasn't really mad, I figured it was going to happen sooner or later. So I called the place and they told me where my car was. Turns out, the place was only a few blocks away, so I decided to walk. On my way to the wrecker yard, I saw the tow-truck with my car on the back, along with another car, and a police car with his lights on. Strange.
As I got closer I began to see that there was a wreck. I asked the police officer what had happened, and he said that the wrecker had backed my car into someone elses car. I had some paints damage and a light that was knocked out of alignment by a little bit, but nothing too noticeable. But here's the kicker. The wrecker let my car down, and didn't make me pay for the tow. And if that's not enough, he told me to go get an estimate for my car and then he would cut me a check for the damamge.
As strange as all of that happenings were, its really the best case scenario that could have happened. No $60 for the tow, a check for something that I might get fixed on my car. Life is good, right?
Momentarily yes. I then proceeded to go over to Sarah's house to re-hang a mirror for her and her roomates. None of them were home and so I used the key under the mat to get in. I entered and re-hung the mirror in a matter of minutes, then i realized that i needed to use the bathroom(#2). So i entered the bathroom leaving the door open and assumed game position. Well as soon as I touched the cool seat, i heard the front door to their apartment open. Not Sarah, no that would have been more manageable. It was one of her roomates, and I was in the bathroom with my pants down. I froze. I stood back up (luckily I hadn't began) and walked out in the den with my pants being held together by my hands, boxers still down under my shorts in an awkward position. My words were a jumble when I walked out, I made a fool of myself in front of Melise, and then went in and actually did the job. That may not make much sense, but it was horrendously awkward. I would have traded places with anyone at that moment.
Surprising, no. Awkward, yes.
