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parasitegirlThere was a morning quake today. It was around 5:21 am.
Morning earthquakes always leave me feeling a little guilty. Late at night, if one hits strongly enough, I still have the wherewithal to bolt out of bed and head to my emergency pack. The morning is different. I'm groggy. Zombie Me is all "if something falls, ok, I will leave this warmth...other than that I am not even sitting up." But, as it is Zombie Me responding, the sentiment is a bit more..."muuuhh? mmmmmm. feh!" It's only later that I put the skull rumbling into words.
In mornings resent the quake and I dislike myself for choosing sleep over quick reaction.
In other Zombie News, I had my first real run since my asthma flared up a few weeks ago. GPS tracking informs me that I ran 5k only one minute faster than I did when I was 12 (33:33) but I am chalking that up to getting caught at a few red lights. 32:30 is still pretty good for a beginner. I think my goal over the year as I jog will be to match my mother's time when she was 40 (25:88 although that must be a bit of a typo because 88 is larger than 60. I'll aim for 26). I know these times because Dean Mommy sent them when I wrote about jogging.
I will be jogging today at work. I've been invited to run with 3rd graders during 4th period. This school has their marathon day on Monday, so all gym classes are focused on jogging. I am not above finding motivation in base desires like "Showing the 3rd graders who is the Alpha here." And once you've grown used to fueling mid-run sprints with the idea that zombies are chasing you, it's easy to substitute 3rd graders for the deadly threat. "3rd graders, and all their germs, are approaching at 15 meters...ruuuuun!"
Morning earthquakes always leave me feeling a little guilty. Late at night, if one hits strongly enough, I still have the wherewithal to bolt out of bed and head to my emergency pack. The morning is different. I'm groggy. Zombie Me is all "if something falls, ok, I will leave this warmth...other than that I am not even sitting up." But, as it is Zombie Me responding, the sentiment is a bit more..."muuuhh? mmmmmm. feh!" It's only later that I put the skull rumbling into words.
In mornings resent the quake and I dislike myself for choosing sleep over quick reaction.
In other Zombie News, I had my first real run since my asthma flared up a few weeks ago. GPS tracking informs me that I ran 5k only one minute faster than I did when I was 12 (33:33) but I am chalking that up to getting caught at a few red lights. 32:30 is still pretty good for a beginner. I think my goal over the year as I jog will be to match my mother's time when she was 40 (25:88 although that must be a bit of a typo because 88 is larger than 60. I'll aim for 26). I know these times because Dean Mommy sent them when I wrote about jogging.
I will be jogging today at work. I've been invited to run with 3rd graders during 4th period. This school has their marathon day on Monday, so all gym classes are focused on jogging. I am not above finding motivation in base desires like "Showing the 3rd graders who is the Alpha here." And once you've grown used to fueling mid-run sprints with the idea that zombies are chasing you, it's easy to substitute 3rd graders for the deadly threat. "3rd graders, and all their germs, are approaching at 15 meters...ruuuuun!"
