Tuesday, Jun. 10, 2003
Dear Diary:

In a perfect world I would have my own personal running track with a glitter disco ball, throbbing music and red sequined running shoes.

Oh be quiet. Like you don't know the words to "Dancing Queen."

I have been living under my headphones all evening feverishly chair dancing to the disco-themed workout mix CD that came from Joey today.

STOP SMIRKING.

The spousal unit glances over from time to time, giving me this Oh Puh-LEESE Could We Have A Little Maturity Here Look and I blow him little kisses.

I can be insanely annoying when I want to be.

Right now I'm mouthing all the words to the disco remake of "You're Just Too Good To Be True" which was originally a hit during my high school years. You know, back in the day when they were more concerned about dinosaurs breaking into the schools than with the need to install metal detectors.

Hey, have I mentioned that this running business is KILLING me?

Look, it's not the fitness part that's hard, it's The Endless Freakin' Boredom.

I mean, it's basically me on a deserted country road, my life counted in minutes and the telephone poles I've passed so I have a gauge of distance. That gets stale in oh about 53.945 seconds.

In my gym I often have other people to talk with. If there's no one to talk with, I have the mix CD's my three loyal readers have made. The thing is, though, that when I'm on the road it's just whatever sounds I make and my thoughts. Since we're not exactly talking the Encyclopedia Britannica of minds here, I can run out of thoughts long before I run out of distance or time.

You have no idea how wearing it can be to spend 43 minutes of a 45 minute run listening to the mental equivalent of the phone dial tone.

I've considered running while listening to my CD player but it's too dangerous--I couldn't hear traffic if there was any, and if I startled oh, say, a moose I wouldn't hear that, either. When I started this running business a few weeks ago my aged carcass was pretty much incredulous and I thought my physical limits would be the big obstacle to overcome.

But I've been working on interval training and now I already have it to the point where I can comfortably run for eight minutes and walk for two minutes, rinse and repeat as necessary. I do this for 45 minutes three mornings a week and I can see that I can build up stamina. Those seven months at the gym have laid a good solid foundation.

Except.

Except that my mind is going, "Are we there yet? Are we? Huh? HUH?"

I've decided to give this another month to see if this is just a temporary deal. Maybe it will get easier when I can run longer intervals.

If it doesn't and my own personal running track with a glitter disco ball, throbbing music and red sequined running shoes doesn't magically materialize, I'm going to give up on running.

Forty-three minutes of dial tone is just too much for even me to bear.

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 298.88 miles (480.89 kilometers) Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck. Half way smooch
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers

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