So week one is in the books. (Sigh of relief) I travelled into Manhattan to pick up some real running shoes for the past couple weeks, something that I wish I had done from the start. I asked the woman at the running store whether it was embarrassing that I was previously running is my dad's hand me down tennis shoes. She said yes. She (her name also was Andy) put me on a tread mill and analyzed my running technique through video and after making a bad joke about my foot procrastinating to the left, I was fitted with my new running sneakers. My feet felt like they were being hugged by clouds and I thanked Andy, asking her how many people are saying goodbye with the phrase " I will see you at the finish line." She says she not running the Marathon and I leave. It's almost hard to say goodbye to my old shoes, but I get over it after smelling the inside sole.
Out with the old, yikes...
and in with the new.
My running was back on track and with my new racing clouds I was feeling lifted, though that was short lived once word reached me that Michael Jackson had passed away. I have always been a fan of MJ's past works and have been inspired by his singing and dancing since I was a kid fumbling over my feet, trying to perfect the moonwalk. In elementery school I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up and while others were saying professions, I said Michael Jackson. Though as that story actually went, I didn't know how to spell Michael so I said Janet, Michael's easier to spell sister and completely confused the teacher. As shocked as I've been with this news, the week that followed has been one of celebration as "Thriller" "Bad" and "Off the Wall" songs have filled the New York City air and generations have come together in appreciation. But as they say in show business, "the marathon must go on! and I was back on the road practicing for my saturday run of 6 miles, my longest to date. The only thing in my way...4TH OF JULY!!!
The 4th has been a annual debacherous tradition here at 99 Graham for the past 5 years and this past 4th was no exception The treats were thick with 3 kegs, 6 handles of vodka and enough hot dogs to make Kobayashi wish he had another stomach. Throw in a couple pinatas, a balloon toss, and Beer Battleship, and you got yourself a recipe for destruction.
So did I Run my 6 miles? YES I did, way before the party ever began leaving me plenty of time to lose all the progress of running by abusing my body with alcohol... and dance a little to Michael Jackson.
Next week I run 7 miles. No partying for me this go around. Just a little Beat it and Billie Jean.
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