But somewhere, imaginary Winchesters are smiling.*

[bending_sickle]

I went running today! \o/ It was the first time in years! I went out a few times in Montreal: Mont Royal's a prime running spot (except for those nasty inclines.) I finally figured out a nice spot (I can't stand the idea of running where there's people). The spot's this lovely stretch of green and canal where I've gone biking. I also finally (finally) got the motivation.

Said motivation was in the shape of teand and her wonderful Running with the Winchesters poems. They're the only reason I even thought about it.

Running was interesting. I took ages getting ready, and felt like a moron when just starting out. But as I cross a street, a woman crossing from the other side smiled at me, and I found it very encouraging.

The first few minutes felt a bit horrible, like I might just double over and cough up the ragged remains of my lungs.


Dean: "Not funny, Sickle. I'm not your own personal show-and-tell."

But I pushed on, but had to mix walking with running. When I was reading up on running yesterday, there was regime that suggested running for one minute, then walking, and so on, and at the time I though, "Pff, nonsense. I can do half an hour on the eliptic, no problem." But goodness, no. The first time I caved and started walking, I remembered this bit from a teand poem:

At three kilometers
-- oh look, we got here in half the time --
he says,
"We can walk if you want."

"Fuck that," I gasp.
"If you walk,
demons eat your ass."

I didn't feel too bad about it, seeing as how some folks can probably walk waster than I was running.

But somehow made it through fifteen minutes. I tried borrowing the imaginary Winchesters off of teand as running buddies, but after the first few disappointed looks from Papa Winchester and Sam's freakishly long strides, I had to give it up.

Towards the end of that halfway time, I pushed on to the end of the road. I only managed it by imagining, of all things, this:


Dog: "Woof?"

because it made Dean run like this:


Dean: Sickaaaaaahl! Stop the show-and-tell!

The music I had on was really helpful as well. It was Cheer Up Emo Kid: A (Fan)mix To Make Your Life Suck Less, a mix by peskywhistpaw. I actually ran all the way through "They’re Taking The Hobbits To Isengard", which was brilliant.

That was this morning. In the afternoon I went out for knitting stuff but came back empty-handed because the needles you need is determined by the yarn you're using which is determined by the pattern. So, yeah. I also got food (whoot!), although now I'm thoroughly stuffed and incapacitated.

Yesterday after work (which I cut short) I went to the Hague and watched Ice Age 3 (in 3D! Neat!) and ate KFC for the first time (pretty lame, and the ketchup tasted like soap, as did the not-coke).


Links of the Day:

peskywhistpaw's Fanmix (General: Native American): Eagle Dreams: A Native American Indian-Inspired (Fan)mix and Cheeer Up Emo Kid: A (Fan)mix To Make Your Life Suck Less
emilywinter's Fanmix (General: Summer Love): Just Let Go: A mix for summer love, in all it's various stages.
renneroo's Fanmix (General: Determination): Time to Stop Watching Clocks
captivated's Fanmix (General: Depression): I Had A Bad Day Again


* teand's Running with Sam and Dean -- an interlude poem

Comments

[lienne.livejournal.com]

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When I took a "learn to run" clinic, they started us off with one-and-twos: run one minute, walk two. Then one-and-ones next week, then two-and-ones, all the way up to ten-and-ones (run ten minutes, walk one) followed by twenty minutes of straight running. So there is a longstanding and valid tradition of taking walking breaks while you run, especially if you're training! :D

(I crapped out somewhere around five-and-ones and never quite managed to get to the ten-and-one point, never mind the straight twenty minutes.)

[poisoned-sleep.livejournal.com]

I run for neither man nor beast. I'm a walker. That's my exercise. I was doing fairly well with it, too, and was walking for about an hour every day or two for a few weeks, but like all my exercise plans it fell apart.

I need to get back into it though.

Good on you for running! And taking up knitting, which I'm hopeless at.

xxx
Kit-Kat