So this little vacation (by which I mean math camp) I've been enjoying is coming to an end. Gulp. We've had a lot of orientation events this week, and every time I tell an upper-level econ student that I'm a first-year, they get an evil grin of delight on their face, accompanied by a chuckled "You have no idea what you're in for." So if you never hear from me again, that's why. The end is nigh.
Running was awesome this week. The weather's really cooled down, I did some wonderful runs in the pouring rain, and all the little niggles that've had me worried since my marathon seem to have subsided. I do not let myself run with strange pains, even if they don't hurt that much, so I've really struggled to increase my mileage to where I want it to be. My weekly totals continue to hover around pretty low numbers (I'll hit 21 miles for this week - 5 runs, all easy), but my activity level has been high (I do a lot of walking here, which I love!) and overall I'm feeling really great.
These beautiful cedar trails probably have something to do with feeling great. See 'em and weep. Not too much, though; they only last a mile.
This was obviously not a rainy day. This was a beautiful day.
I think that's Spencer Butte, but I really have no idea. I have a terrible sense of direction here (that's what happens when you don't have mountains to use as a reference point).
I do have a funny running story to share with you. Last weekend I managed to leave all my transportation (by which I mean my bike and my car) at some friends' place, so two of my runs this week ended there to allow me to pick one up (my bike doesn't fit in my car so it took two trips). Yesterday, I was on my way there when I happened to run into the people whose place I was heading towards (on a very roundabout, turn-one-mile-into-four-miles kind of route) and I got really excited. It was the very first time I had run into people I know off-campus!
When I made eye contact with one of them, I got a huge grin on my face. He looked away, though, so I figured he didn't recognize me in my running garb. They were far enough away that yelling at them would be embarrassing ("Hey, you guys, look at me, you know me, isn't this so exciting?!?!?"), so I just continued on my merry way.
The next time I saw them, I excitedly told them my story, expecting it to be met with "You were that hot chick running by!" But alas, no. Not at all. Instead, it was, "Wait, were you wearing ridiculous knee-high socks?! We made fun of you for the next ten minutes!"
Apparently compression socks aren't quite as mainstream as I thought, and some people think we wear them for purely aesthetic reasons. But hey, I educated them on the (alleged) benefits of wearing compression socks (which for me include preventing shin pain when increasing my mileage) and turned them around to my side. Jeano: fighting compression sock antipathy one run-in at a time!
Question: do people ever make fun of you for your compression socks/sleeves/what-have-you?