So this evening my dad & I went to my youngest sister’s track meet. She’s on the “weight team”, which means that she does throwing events – shotput in particular. It’s kinda weird because she was also the MVP of the Varsity cheerleading squad, but whatever. But she’s really good at what she does – she won tonight… she usually wins, I’m very proud. (She’s also a really good runner, but she chooses not to run because she is lazy. There – I called you out on the internet for the entire world to see. Whatcha gonna do about it?)
Moving on. Every time I go to one of her track meets I am catapulted back to my gloooory daaaays (as Boyfriend likes to say – in a loud sing-songy voice anytime I start to talk about running). In high school I was super into sports, track in particular. I was on the “mid-distance” team, which was basically a legal form of torture – sprinting longish distances, essentially. My events were the 400m & 200m (outdoor) and the 300m & 50m (indoor). I also ran all sorts of relays, including the 4x100m. I also ran cross country my senior year, which is a 5k. Sooo yeah – I liked to run. 🙂 I didn’t know that until I got to high school though. Before high school I was all about swimming, which I did from the time I was like – 7 until I was 17. (I quit senior year of HS because I had lots and lots of shoulder injuries.)
I think part of the reason I loved it was that I was kind of good at it. (Ok it’s my blog – so I’ll brag. I still hold the school record in the 300m, although my sister tells me that there is a girl who is close to beating it. I kinda hope she doesn’t – is that bad?)
ANYWAY – the point of all this is that being at the track facility made me want to run SOOOO badly. I wanted to get right in there with the high school kids wearing my jeans & ballet flats. But that would have been really, really weird.
Soooo I guess I want to put it out there to the entire universe that I am going to try to start running again. I feel much more motivated when I tell people I am going to do something, since it makes me feel accountable to someone … and telling the whole internet is telling a lot of someones, which should make me super accountable. It most likely won’t, but it’s nice to pretend. And this isn’t even a belated New Years resolution or anything. It’s a a reliving glory days thing. Totally different. And therefore, I can totally break it guilt free. But I WON’T! Because I told the whole internet about it.
Also – I am watching the Season 3 premier of Jersey Shore and loving it – and we’re only 12 minutes in. AND I really want to see the movie The Roommate. I think it looks phenomenal! And I looove Leighton Meester.