competition

i accidentally hit a button when i was reading jude ultra's blog, led me to a post she wrote in december. end of. she talked of competition. and threw in a gendered analysis-- one i agree with, overall. short version: men compete with others, women compete with themselves. it was funny to see myself in her words-- that yes, i was in fact someone who competes to become a better me than previously i have been. it is my only motivation.
so shall we talk purpose? human consequence? and how does ultra-running fit into this? lisa, how can you say you are an ultra-runner, you haven't even run yet? hahahaaaa... yes. i have not. years ago my dear friend told me why he had not told his parents he was gay. it tortured him, and he said: how can i tell someone i am gay when i haven't yet been with a man?

poignant.

i got me a fancy garmin 305 gps/heartrate monitor... i think it may even make breakfast, if i can figure out which combination of buttons boils the water. i get it tomorrow :) hip hip!!!!!!!! this is good for me cause i want to walk out my front door and go. i don't always want to be on marked trails, or map out distances...f*ck... the whole purpose here in my heart ...is to run. so what a nifty device!!!!
i am heading out shortly for my 'tempo' run -- a quick hard 10k. i look forward to the constant push into high aerobic and into my anaerobic zones... i need this fortitude.

does anyone else Not sweat? hahahaaaa.. truly. i am well hydrated, but i am coming to believe i have an alien efficient cooling systems of super microscopic pores that release liquid that, because of the heat and scale, instantaneously evaporate!

i like feeling lazy and having something to do, and that something is moving. hard.

have a stellar friday evening.

legs

i am not tired. i am hungry.
keep my body moving.
it is sooo gRAnD!!
i am NOt tired. i am hungry.
week one, official, of training.
who knew one could just up and drop hard into something like long distance running. but why the hell not, yes? i have discovered my otherwise abandoned legs. as if somewhere during this lifetime i had given up on them, their potential only potential. and now i am just so curious about them!
i spend all my money on food.
and now wine, also. did you know that i have little difficulty in filling a wine platypus with an unchilled white? scandalous i am certain. but one must be able to endure.