Patience; the new endurance sport.

Wearing a thin yellow t-shirt for my afternoon jog seemed like a good idea considering the heat, until about 10 minutes later when the sun dissappeared behind swirling black clouds, and I was pelted with rain and hail pellets.  Why is rain so much worse when you are running up a hill?  As I was headed down the Temple hill, I realized my yellow shirt was soaked by the look drivers gave me from the insides of their cars.  A lady pulled over to ask if I needed a ride.  I said no because I was enjoying the weather, but quickly realized I'd soon be running in front of the high school at lunchtime with my shirt soaking wet, polluting their fresh minds with an X-Ray vision of my middle aged, saggy bouncing flesh.  I miss the river trail.  At the very least, anyone on the trail to see you would have been wet too.  9:45/11:00 9:45/10:10

Cath is in town a few days for a trial (she's a lawyer).  It was so great to have someone to run with again!  I would like to say I got to hear how great Tennesse is and all her expereinces there...but we all know how I like to talk....mostly about myself.  I miss her so much, she lets me talk , tells interesting stories herself, gives funny legal advice, and doesn't mind running slow.  What more could you possibly ask in a friend? So we're set up for pre-dawn running every day she's here.  I do know the move has been hard for her and her kids. I think it was hard to move across town.... The best news is, her case settled out of court the first morning she got here, so now she can play with me and not be as stressed.  Did I mention how happy I am she'll be back this week? 

It is just soooo much easier and funner to have a friend to run with.  I am so very out of shape though it's bad news.  Also, I am the very fattest/heaviest I have been since 2005.  You should see my boobs.  They're huge and I hate it. I don't even like them smaller.  I want them SMALLER.  I'm really only up by few pounds, but you know it's real when your clothes fit differently.  I have my doctors appointments to get all my issues looked at, cut out, etc. but I do need to be more careful about what I eat in the meantime, since I'm not running 40+ miles a week and walking or biking on the stationary doesn't cut the mustard.  A friend the other day asked me an interesting question: She said "It seems like you're not afraid of anything, but if tyou hought no one was looking or cared--what would you do differently?"  It took about half a second to blurt out "I'd be sooooo fat. Really, happy and fat." Being fat is unhealthy, but how healthy is running myself into the ground, getting tendonitis again and again, and becoming malnourished and anemic?  I've noticed a lot of things recently about the way I've been doing things since I started marathoning  a few years ago, and realized running is helpful in a lot of ways, but it's also unhealthy in a few ways too.  I wish I could be a more moderate person.  More moderate in my love of good food mostly.

Ran with Cath to the cementary.  We looked at her little niece's grave who was buried there and my Dad's two good buddies buried there.  We stood too look over the valley and the lake, ran up one of the trails behind the cemetary and talked about running  further up it next time she comes to town. I wanted to do it then, but she had to get back.  I am starting to remember a lot of things about this side of town (purportedly the "good" side of town).  I lived in Utah off and on in high school and I lived in this part of town.  A lot of weird stuff happend here that I'd forgotten about.  Things like, a girl in the neighborhood was found burned to death in that cementary.  Some people said it was devil worshiping (her parents), others said she had a history of depression (her brother). The matches and gas can were found near by.   Also, there's a lot of peeping toms and attempted rapes.  Right now there is an 'attmpted' rapist on the loose who followed a 20 year old down lover's lane, pinned her down and pulled up her shirt.  This is the road we always ran in the a.m. for cross country-- we nick-named it -- rapist lane, and were not alloud to go by ourselves.  I forgot how in the "good" part of town there's a lot more weird stuff like that.  On the "working class" part of town people are generally too busy working and to do crazy stuff like worship satan out loud or hide in the bushes waiting for 20 year olds to run down a dirt road.  So much for the "good" part of town.