There are some things I can do, there are some things I can’t do. Running odds is one of them.
Ask me to go for a 10 mile run – I’ll say yes – ask me to run 15 – I might say no.
I like to run 10’s, 12’s, 14’s, 16’s, 18’s and 20’s but I really don’t enjoy the odds. I’m not sure why it seems better to me to run 6 miles than 7 or 14 rather than 15, but it does.
My only exception to this rule is 11. It’s my favorite number, the day I was born. I recently had a laugh when thinking about the phrase *here’s the 411*[and yes at age 28 this is the first time I’ve had this thought] Its fitting to me that I was born 4/11. I am a walking google search engine and know a little bit about the most random things. I’m getting better at keeping my random wealth of knowledge to myself, but don’t be surprised if you ask me a question and I happen to not only know the answer but give you way more information than you wanted to know.
This morning I ran 11 G-R-E-A-T miles with 4 wonderful friends. One met me at 6:30, she drove all the way to me even though that meant she was up at 5:30(she has two kids), the other two met us at 7(both have kids and are preggers). It doesn’t always work out that we end up being the same pace – today it did. I loved our little running pack, sharing the trials and the miles of life together.
Thanks for the miles and the smiles girls!!!
Can you run odds? Have any weird running hang ups?