shamed
not able to take any more torture of not being able to work out, this morning i embarked on a run/walk.
my route first took me by the carnegie-mellon freshman dorms where mom and dad were frantically trying to find a place to park their "if-you-pack-any-more-useless-crap-in-me-im-going-to-explode" suv and bid farewell to their son/daughter, and say hello to tuition fees for the next 4-6 years. considering it was carnegie-mellon, it would probably be safe to assume 7-8 years.
at this point in my run, i had been doing something along the worthless lines of 8 minute miles for about 14 minutes when i start to catch a rather portly young lady who was trodding along at a pace not much slower than mine. i opened the good ol stride on the downhill and smoked her like she was hickory bacon. 'well done' i said to myself, i successfully boosted my self esteem and put our friend in her place. damn right this 155lb skinny white dude is faster than some 250lb college chick.
so i get closer to the cathedral of learning where i was going to run up all 80-something flights of stairs and decide to slow down. and by slow down, i mean walk. quite honestly, i was well over 170bpm while jogging (not even running) and i was struggling after having passed my personal rabbit 5 minutes earlier. i am about a half a block away from the building when she passes me. son of a bitch. well, i am almost to the cathedral so i have no intention of starting my massive stair climbing interval early. so i just let her go. score: running cow-1 stava-1.
i start the stairs, running up at a moderate pace and think to myself 'hey this is pretty fun! really difficult, but fun!' a couple minutes go by and its starting to get really hard and i am feeling dizzy. not a good sign while running up stairs with a fractured elbow and sprained wrist, god forbid i fall and ruin my entire left arm again. look at the hrm...183bpm. time to slow down and do what? start walking. by this time i am at floor #6 (the cathedral has 40 floors that are open to go up). this is going to be a long climb. i sort of zone out and just head onward and upward. not walking up the stairs too slowly, but certainly not going up quickly. total time of 9'30, thats including getting lost for about 2-3 minutes on the 3rd floor trying to find stupid stairwell A.
get to the top, nice view, too tired to admire it, start heading back down the stairs. mind you i entertained the idea of taking the elevator down but figured that would be just too pathetic. even for someone with as little pride as i, i couln't do it. so i played the "lets see how high you can get your hr descending 80 flights of stairs without falling" game. 162. try to beat it. i dare you.
i get outside and start the walk back to my apartment through some really posh neighborhoods with oldschool houses, neato. but i can't get 6 minutes away from the damn cathedral until 'my little pony' catches up to me again. cut me some slack chick. i haven't run in, oh, about 7 months and haven't been exercising regularly for almost 5. im not going to lie, i had absolutely zero intention of running at all after doing those stairs. i was perfectly content with taking a senic route and walking home. and i was not about to change my fate. so i walked on and let her pass me again.
it was basically a crawl home after that. partly because of my extreme shame in letting this girl pass me twice, and partly because i was so flipping exhausted from working out. so that was my morning. now i am probably going to cook up some lunch and read the paper. maybe a little golf on tv will be in order as well. enjoy this lovely sunday after that phenomenal rain storm last night. time to grub.
pax.
my route first took me by the carnegie-mellon freshman dorms where mom and dad were frantically trying to find a place to park their "if-you-pack-any-more-useless-crap-in-me-im-going-to-explode" suv and bid farewell to their son/daughter, and say hello to tuition fees for the next 4-6 years. considering it was carnegie-mellon, it would probably be safe to assume 7-8 years.
at this point in my run, i had been doing something along the worthless lines of 8 minute miles for about 14 minutes when i start to catch a rather portly young lady who was trodding along at a pace not much slower than mine. i opened the good ol stride on the downhill and smoked her like she was hickory bacon. 'well done' i said to myself, i successfully boosted my self esteem and put our friend in her place. damn right this 155lb skinny white dude is faster than some 250lb college chick.
so i get closer to the cathedral of learning where i was going to run up all 80-something flights of stairs and decide to slow down. and by slow down, i mean walk. quite honestly, i was well over 170bpm while jogging (not even running) and i was struggling after having passed my personal rabbit 5 minutes earlier. i am about a half a block away from the building when she passes me. son of a bitch. well, i am almost to the cathedral so i have no intention of starting my massive stair climbing interval early. so i just let her go. score: running cow-1 stava-1.
i start the stairs, running up at a moderate pace and think to myself 'hey this is pretty fun! really difficult, but fun!' a couple minutes go by and its starting to get really hard and i am feeling dizzy. not a good sign while running up stairs with a fractured elbow and sprained wrist, god forbid i fall and ruin my entire left arm again. look at the hrm...183bpm. time to slow down and do what? start walking. by this time i am at floor #6 (the cathedral has 40 floors that are open to go up). this is going to be a long climb. i sort of zone out and just head onward and upward. not walking up the stairs too slowly, but certainly not going up quickly. total time of 9'30, thats including getting lost for about 2-3 minutes on the 3rd floor trying to find stupid stairwell A.
get to the top, nice view, too tired to admire it, start heading back down the stairs. mind you i entertained the idea of taking the elevator down but figured that would be just too pathetic. even for someone with as little pride as i, i couln't do it. so i played the "lets see how high you can get your hr descending 80 flights of stairs without falling" game. 162. try to beat it. i dare you.
i get outside and start the walk back to my apartment through some really posh neighborhoods with oldschool houses, neato. but i can't get 6 minutes away from the damn cathedral until 'my little pony' catches up to me again. cut me some slack chick. i haven't run in, oh, about 7 months and haven't been exercising regularly for almost 5. im not going to lie, i had absolutely zero intention of running at all after doing those stairs. i was perfectly content with taking a senic route and walking home. and i was not about to change my fate. so i walked on and let her pass me again.
it was basically a crawl home after that. partly because of my extreme shame in letting this girl pass me twice, and partly because i was so flipping exhausted from working out. so that was my morning. now i am probably going to cook up some lunch and read the paper. maybe a little golf on tv will be in order as well. enjoy this lovely sunday after that phenomenal rain storm last night. time to grub.
pax.
posted by Stava @ 7:54 AM
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