Tuesday, 11 September 2012
I'm still running at every given opportunity, though the opportunities don't seem to come as regularly as one would like. While Winter temperatures were certainly far more conducive to easier runs, the shorter days weren't. Much of this year I have been running in the shed on the treadmill. B.O.R.I.N.G. I finally sabotaged Jessie's portable DVD player and have been working my way through the 'Mad Men' series. Not exactly motivating footage with the levels of smoking, drinking and female oppression on display, but enough to take one's mind off the relentless monotony that treadmill-running involves. I'm now not sure if it's the running I look forward to, or my daily dose of Don Draper.
Just lately I've headed out the door again. Finishing the jobs a little earlier of an evening, I've started pounding the track around the front paddock again. And what a shock that's been to the musculature of my lower limbs. The rougher terrain obviously using more muscle groups than the smooth ride of the mill.
I find running to music somewhat lessens the pain, both physical and mental and have again taken to the kids' devices. Both Jessie's and Sarah's ipods feature "Mum's Running" playlists.
And as I recently scrolled through those songs that make up my playlist, I wondered just what do these few say about me.
Bruno Mars - The Lazy Song
Billy Currington - Beer is Good, God is Great and People are Crazy
Billy Currington - Pretty Good at Drinking Beer
Toby Keith - Whisky for my Men and Beer for my Horses
and a favourite by Miranda Lambert - Only Prettier, with the ending line going something along the lines of "Well I'll keep drinkin' and you'll keep getting skinnier".
This Sunday Sarah, Jessie and I will be up early, hitting the road by six to participate in a fun run at the local University.
Why, I'm asking myself. Why?