Smart Decisions, Small Successes, and Pet Peeves

So I did not run on Monday.  Big ol' non check for Monday's 3 miles, but I have a good reason.  I was sick.  Out of work sick, and as I didn't feel like barfing on the treadmill (or the sidewalk), I decided to skip it.  Here's to being smart, listening to your body, and knowing when not to push yourself. I did manage to run this morning before work, so I'm chalking that up as a small success.  However, to make up for the missed 3 mile run on Monday, I'll be running 4 with my sister in beautiful Seaside Park, NJ this Friday.  That's right folks, I'M GOING ON VACATION.  You may remember my mentioning a nice little annual trip previously.  That time is upon us again.  After I get through this workday, what is sure to be an awesome Mumford & Sons concert in my town this evening, 5:45am kickboxing tomorrow, and tomorrow's workday, I'm boarding a locomotive to head down the shore for 9 full days of beach lounging, food eating, game playing, margarita drinking, a little paddle surfing, and a LOT of running.  Take this as my formal apology that my blog title is soon to be a big fat lie.  I plan on far surpassing the mileage set out by my schedule in the next week and a half.  I'll just have so much time and so many miles of beach at my fingertips that it would be silly for me not to take advantage of it.  So I'm gonna.  As will sister Alison.  Maybe I'll take a day or two off, and spend a couple days cross training, but the beach is really the best place for a run.  Looks like I'll hit that 512.9 mile mark way before I was planning to.  I'm ok with that. 

I also thought I should mention that throughout this month+ of consistent running and working out, I've come across several new things that really grind my gears

 1)  Kids smoking pot on the waterfront walkway between Hoboken and Weehawken.  I am so sad to say that this has happened more than once.  I mean, are you joking?  This is a highly trafficked area, and I've seen one or two drug sniffing German Shepherds nosing around those parts in the past.  Never while these hoodlums are puffing on doobies, unfortunately.  If I wanted a contact high while running, I woulda followed Matthew McConaughey while he was getting in shape for Magic Mike. 

2)  Run-Puffers.  Now, admittedly I don't hear this too often, cuz I always run with music.  But runners who make that "CHOO, CHOO" sound to breathe every other step really need to realize what they sound like:

3)  The windowsill at CKO.  This thing has GOT to go.  I mean, this would be easily fixable if I was willing to look at other people and/or the wall during kickboxing class.  But I'm not, and I want a view, dammit.  So I always choose a window facing punching bag.  This becomes a large problem when I front kick the crap out of it and it goes careening into the windowsill knocking my keys and water bottle off and undoubtedly damaging gym property.  JUST GET RID OF IT!  They're the kind of windows that are set into the wall anyway, the brick is their windowsill.  Unnecessary. 

4)  Olympic commentators making negative comments during a perfectly good gymnastics routine.  JUST SHUT UP, Elfi.

Feels good to get those out in the open. Feels REAL good that my next run will be here:

Peace Out Real World,

CQ