Today's Run in Images

I bet you have been wondering, so let me put your curiosity to rest and invite you on a run in the life of Darian Prentiss Leib.

What did today's run (more or less) look like?

I set my alarm to run this morning before the heat of the day really got going. Not very surprisingly, I woke up before my alarm even went off. I enjoy that feeling of getting ready, knowing (or being able to believeee!) anything is possible. I jump out of bed and usually, eagerly dress in my already laid out running clothes...aw.


It's never long after I start my run that I "run into" some geese. Some days I am lucky and they are off to one side of the path...but recently it has become a problem. A dangerous crossing some might even call it. Today they were split, surrounding a just sliver of path that I could call my own. Luckily, there was minimal hissing, I came out unharmed, and they were even gone when I returned....I SHOWED THEM.


As usual, my old friend, Tomato Face, was quick to appear...but lucky for me, I don't have to look at it. Sorry to those who exercise on the Tow Path. As tomato face turns from pale pink to...well, tomato red, it goes without saying that moving my body in the running motion becomes harder. It was really hard today...and I know I preached the other day about being positive and "it's all mental," but I guess I need to go back and re-read my own words (no, really...I will after this...). Even with music to attempt to distract me, it's hard to think about anything else but the act of running while I'm running when it gets that hard...which, as you can imagine, only makes it harder.

I threw myself over the imaginary finish line and made it! While the 3 miles didn't go as smoothly as I would have liked/wanted, I completely them in a timely fashion! When I emerged from the path, and came out into the sun, I was so sweaty, I pretty much looked like this:

(If for some reason you don't know, that's a vampire sparkling in the sun....LIKE ME TODAY).



I crossed the street and wished, Sabrina the Teenage Witch style, that I lived two floors below my apartment (which would bring me to ground level....not two levels into the basement). Those stairs are really one last (insert bad word here) and are inconveniently located in sunlight...always...even at night! Plus, I could have Iced Vanilla Chai Teas all the time...and I'm hoping that if I did, in fact, live there, they wouldn't charge me the big $$ they usually do.