Rainbows and Philosophy

I ran a mile last night in 9:26.3. Yay!

I also saw a rainbow. It was very pretty. Click here to watch my reaction.

Francesca called last night: "Do you like running now?" she asks.
"No," I reply. "I still hate it."
"Then why are you doing it?"
I have to ponder this one. I don't know why I'm doing something I hate. I think it is because I hate it a little bit less than the day before.

Here's my philosophy (Philosophy is a waste of time, but even I like to pontificate on matters that transcend the rational, logical, and the real. Um, like, yeah.): I'm not very good at hating things. I just could care less. Mostly, I'm just indifferent. I assure you, as much as I am capable of hating anything, I hated (deliberate use of past tense) running. I'm moving towards indifference. Sweet action!

KendraLynism for the day: "Just how witty do you think I am? I can't come up with an unlimited number of these. Look at the last paragraph. That's about as good as it gets today."

You know I like my Chicken Fried

Tasted really good. Hurt stomach when ran. Don't eat before running again. Check.

I ran at home this weekend, up to Gethsemane church and back twice. No cars/4-wheelers/horses passed me, so at least I didn't have to tell a cousin/uncle/family member of unknown relation/perfect stranger that no, I'm not running from the law/a mad dog/an armed serial killer, and that no, I don't need a ride to the hospital/home/Nana's/or just a ride drivin' around, because, why run when you can drive?

Inspirational Quote of the Day: "Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit." -Oscar Wilde

I Swallowed A Bug

Last night, I was running, feeling the burn, but otherwise doing good. Then I swallowed a gnat. Cough, wheeze, wheeze, cough, snort, GULP.

I persevered and ran twice as far as the time before. Yay, me. I'm up to like a half mile. Hardcore!

Then I ate some Oreos.

KendraLynism for the day: I've heard, "Do or do not; there is no try." I think that came from Yoda. I say: "I think I could have outrun Yoda with his gnarly, stumpy legs. Although he most certainly would have beaten me in a lightsaber battle."

Yikes! My Nikes!

I made a rhyme!

Right now, I'm watching the Bachelorette (Team Roberto) and I'm eating an ice cream sandwich.

I ran for 38 miles, or so it feels. I really ran for about 10 minutes, and I have no idea how far. My Nike+ sensor is having technical difficulties. I listened to Kenny Chesney's "Ain't Back Yet," Jason Aldean's "She's Country" and Collective Soul's "Shine."

Inspirational Quote for the Day: "The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal." -C.S. Lewis

What have I got myself into?!

I've decided to start running.

I hate running.

This is going to be so much FUN! Yeesh. I'm all set to go. I'm all Nike'd up. I've got the iPod, the sensor, and the fugly neon lightweight shoes. Looking at myself objectively, I look hardcore.

Of course, that will change when it takes me 20 minutes to run a mile, and I collapse with exhaustion at the end of it and desire to throw the new ridiculously expensive shoes in the nearest trash receptacle.

KendraLynism for the day- I've heard, "If you never try, you'll never know if you can do it." I say, "If you never try, you'll never look stupid by failing."