nah, i'm bitter. i'm just jealous of those runners. their confidence. their dedication. i've felt that before. that exhilaration of knowing you just made yourself healthier. but i don't like it, and even though they are acting, i know these people do enjoy it, and there are others like them out there.
i'm familiar with the exhilaration feeling, but you know what feelings i associate running with more often? exhaustion, the fear you aren't going to make it back, more exhaustion, thirst, death (figurative). sweat mixed with tears.
ok, exercising isn't that bad, but it's up there. and when i got into manayunk today on my one-speed (that's right, a class shiney blue, white seated 1960s one-speed mohawk) i looked behind me and thought, lord, i must do that again? it was a long (not to mention slightly hilly) ride.
but i did get back in one piece. i had to walk up the hill near my house, which is quite literally impossible for my little legs to pedal up riding on the mohawk. but regardless, i completed the ride and in just under an hour. all the way to green lane (well ... the street before green because, really, i didn't want to deal with the traffic) and then back to my apartment via ridge and main street. pat on the back!
i'd like to do the same thing on Sunday during the bike race, so i can get to manayunk without driving. actually, that was the point of today's excursion: to find the safest route to get there. however, i believe my safe route is well known -- so much so that i'm pretty sure it is the bike route for the actual race, so i'm not sure i'll be allowed to ride it. and if i am, i'm not sure i want to slowly struggle up the hills in front of the drunken crowd.
(photo: allposters.com)
but i least i know the route now and the next time should be a bit easier. maybe in a few years i'll join the race! haha yea, not likely.
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