Mary’s No Pain Six Miler
That’s right ya’ll. You read that title properly. Zero foot pain when I stepped off the treadmill last night. And it’s been fine all today, too. Weirdly, the only time I feel pain now is when I’m wearing heels. Even walking down stairs is fine (originally this was THE WORST). So I think it’s recovering (knock on wood). And I’m glad I took it slow for a week, as hard as that was.
The week off didn’t really put me back at all (though perhaps it temporarily thwarted my forward progress).
I ran my six miles last night in 49:05, which turns out to be about 8.10 mile splits. Approximately. If my math is correct.
I’ll take it (for now…muuuhahahhahahha).
In other news, I like nice people.
Nice people, for instance, like Patrick, who occupied the treadmill next to me for most of my run. Of course we didn’t chat while I was pounding the pavement hard, but once I finished my run, Patrick interrupted my jam session (had my headphones on) to ask if I knew who was on the treadmill before him. I couldn’t remember, unfortunately. He was curious because the person had left his/her wallet and Patrick wanted to return it. Nice, huh?
Patrick and I got to talking, and after he offhandedly referred to “back east”, I immediately wanted to know where. Turns out he was from central Jersey (after spending four years in the state, I should’ve recognized the accent immediately- but I’m terrible with those things).
When I found out he was from Union, I told him I went to Seton Hall.
“Whadda you know. A fellow Pirate!” was his response.
Of course this nice Patrick fellow was a Seton Hall alum.
We walked for another 15 or 20 minutes, talking about our school (we graduated 26 years apart), Los Angeles, our jobs, and everything in between. It was really nice to have a nice conversation with a stranger that was friendly, grounded, funny and interesting.
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And then after the gym I went to the grocery store where I was simultaneously hit on by the creepy old cashier AND the college kid in front of me in line.
While drenched in sweat from head to toe (seriously, it looked like I’d been for a run in the rain).
I’m pretty sure whatever references they were making to the carrots I was buying were weird and/or dirty.
Gross.
Patrick- wherever you are- Go Pirates! And hope to see you on the track.
