It was like when I first swam correctly–it was harder, and more tiring. It was also fascinating because I had, until yesterday, thought I was never going to have a proper running stride (even when I claimed I’d “run right,” it was only based on what a stranger said and not something I was actually doing).
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#697: Go to Spa Castle
Spa Castle has weird rules. I knew this going into the experience because for years I had stalked the yelp reviews.
Mostly the rules people complained about included nakedness and barefootedness.
The nakedness wasn’t an issue because it was only enforced in a certain spa area, which my friend refused to even look at, let alone consider going into. But the barefootedness was harder to get around. Continue reading “#697: Go to Spa Castle”
#526: Run 5.5 miles
It could have been a bit more–it also could have been a bit less. (Don’t blame me for not knowing; Google Maps apparently doesn’t put in the exact route I happened to take when I search for directions between Williamsburg and my apartment.)
The point is, whatever the precise distance, this is longer than I’d ever run before. I’d like to tell you it was easy. I’d like to say, “Now that I ran this far, I feel like I can run any amount!” But it was hard, and it felt like my limit–physically. Psychologically, I could have kept running. Psychological fuel was the only thing keeping me upright during the last mile. In fact, my feet were saying, “Please! Stop!” My legs were pleading, “Just walk the rest of the way and we’ll never tell anyone.” My heart was pounding, “Seriously, I’m not going to be able to continue this life-supporting job I’m tasked with unless you cease this torture you’re inflicting upon me. That’s right, I’ll just quit working. I don’t care what Brain is telling me to do. Oh yeah, I’m that powerful.” (My heart gets a little overly dramatic sometimes.) Continue reading “#526: Run 5.5 miles”
A New Thing Every Day 