Loops, how I love thee.
Yes, I wrote that. And I mean it, so stop reading now if you were expecting something deeper. Or at least interesting.
I’ve been thinking a lot about loops lately. Mostly because they are the only kind of running I feel like doing right now. The only kind of running that doesn’t make me want to head back inside and turn on a Real Housewives marathon. Yes, watching Vicki Gunvalson screeching at one of the other blondes seems preferable to “regular people” running at the moment.
Loop running is very soothing, don’t you think? I mean, once you get in a rhythm, going round and round and round and round, you just sort of zone out and, well…run. It’s like meditation, but without all that annoying sitting still, and breathing, and blankness (whatever that means).
But while I find running around in circles perfectly normal and satisfying, even my closest of relations still don’t quite get it.
Tim: So how many miles are you doing now that you’re not training?
Tim: I thought you said you aren’t training.
Me: I’m not.
Tim: Then why in the world are you running 20 miles a day? You know that’s weird, right?
Me: BECAUSE IT’S CHEAPER THAN THERAPY AND WE HAVE A KID AT AN EXPENSIVE LAW SCHOOL, REMEMBER!! AND IT MAKES ME FEEL CALM AND CHILL!
Tim: Hmm. Maybe you should think about upping it to 25.
So much for Zen-ness. Maybe I’ll try Chardonnay in my handheld.