There was nothing special about this run so I won't linger on it too long. I have to say, my super awesome Tuesday run left me sore for this one. I haven't been sore in months! It was an odd feeling, especially given that I didn't feel like I was working that hard on Tuesday. I guess that goes to show that I haven't been giving hills the attention they deserve.
Holly politely pointed out in my last post that my moving average was faster than my goal pace. This is true of all my runs. I would much rather have my garmin display the exact pace I'm aiming for even when that isn't my actual pace. Because that's dumb, I'm trying to change it. The best way to fix this would be to change my garmin to display average moving pace instead of average pace, but I'm not savvy enough to figure out how to do that. Instead, I'll just try to slow my runs down and see what happens.
Anyway, I purposefully ran slower today so my displayed pace was 11:43. My moving pace was 11:33 (goal was 11:38) but hey, what's 5 seconds? Baby steps.
Someone posted this hilarious (Onion) article on Facebook and I had to share. It's called "8.4 Million New Yorkers Suddenly Realize New York City is a Horrible Place to Live." A couple of my favorite quotes:
"Other incidents that prompted citizens to pick up and leave included the sight of garbage bags stacked 5 feet high on the sidewalk; the realization that being alone among millions of anonymous people is actually quite horrifying; a blaring siren that droned on and fucking on; muddy, refuse-filled puddles that have inexplicably not dried in three years; the thought of growing into a person whose meanness and cynicism is cloaked in a kind of holier-than-thou brand of sarcasm that the rest of the world finds nauseating; and all the goddamn people."
Garbage bags stacked 5 feet high. Or, "scenery."
Seriously, that quote could have been taken directly from my nonexistent diary. Ditto this one:
"In addition, 3 million New Yorkers reportedly left the city because they realized the phrase "Only in New York" is actually just a defense mechanism used to convince themselves that seeing a naked man take a shit on a park bench is somehow endearing, or part of some shared cultural experience."
I have, in fact, seen people taking shits. Never naked, though.
For your viewing pleasure, some pictures of Jeano attempting to be New York-y:
Rooftop bar. So New York-y.
Johnny Utah's mechanical bull. So trashy. I did not need any encouragement to get on that thing. I lived for Thursday night mechanical bull-riding. I was good.
Full disclosure: this was taken in Boston. Boston is better than New York. This has not been scientifically proven but I'm pretty sure it's true.
Anyway, enough shitting on New York. To each their own. I moved there knowing I was going to hate it, so you could argue that I doomed myself from the get go (side note: don't follow a boy to a city you know you're going to hate). Maybe I'll go back there fifty years from now and excitedly scream about all the hip places I used to hang out (Johnny Utah's will not be on that list).
Questions, questions, questions:
- Have you ever moved somewhere you know you're going to hate? How long did you tough it out for? This girl put in two whole years.
- Are you obsessed with your garmin displaying your exact goal pace like I am? Do you know how to switch it to moving average? That doesn't seem to be an option on mine.
- Boston or New York?
- Have you ever been on a mechanical bull? I kind of really, really want one installed in my future home.