Sometimes there is nothing more infuriating that someone getting a backbone. You used to be my pet, my Gunga Din, my bobble-head doll. How dare you have plans and ideas of your own!
It’s taper time, but there’s still running to get done. This week, I’ve 25+ miles to fit in between making sure my shit’s in order at the office before I leave for a week and a half; packing once, twice and checking a third time; last-minute shopping; and beauty appointments. That’s right–I said beauty. I’m gonna need all the help I can get so as not look completely graceless and disheveled during the London Marathon, so I have booked the following: hair cut and color, pedicure, eyebrow shaping and tint, and eyelash tint. No doubt this list will illicit laughter, disgust and nods of agreement. Honestly, guys: this is the height of my vanity. It’s as bad as it gets, and ultimately I’ll fuss more over myself for race day than I will when I get all dolled up for a wedding or other occasion.
Sunday I got up early to run a resigned 4+ miles. I soaked up all the sun I could because I knew I’d be spending the bulk of my day at the office getting a head start on the week. I ran around my neighborhood loop, and I think I spotted Yellow Shorts! She was running in the opposite direction as me, but once again she was oddly attired (green track pants, long-sleeved tee-shirt), with that long swinging ponytail. Oh, I most definitely gave her a good hard look. 4.82 miles run in 45:39. Average pace 9:28; fastest mile 9:21; slowest mile 9:54.
Monday is normally my rest day but because of various scheduling conflicts I am taking Wednesday and Friday off instead. The run home from work yesterday was a 29-minute gift. The late afternoon sun gave me glint and shade, and I felt like a feather as I slipped in between pedestrians and traffic, shoof shoof shoof. I’d left Little G at home to recharge (he still got his regular rest day after all), and even though I used my iPod’s stopwatch to record the gross time, it was liberating to not know my splits. I swear it’s why I ran so quickly (~3.5 miles in ~29 minutes). The days of humid and heavy heat will soon be upon us, but for now there is no joy quite like stretching out after a warm run, all panting and sweaty. My body, what a miracle of form and function.
The Doll List
Songs: “Tear off Your Own Head (It’s a Doll Revolution)” by Elvis Costello and “Mannequin Shop” by Paul Westerberg
Movies: Guys and Dolls, Child’s Play
Books: William’s Doll by Charlotte Zolotow, Possession by A. S. Byatt, A Candle in Her Room by Ruth M. Arthur