I almost wussed out

ORN: 1.65 miles in 16:58, a pace I can be proud of.

I almost wussed out this morning. The alarm went off, I turned it off, and I almost reset it for an hour's worth of precious, precious sleep. I so wanted more sleep. A debate raged in my head for about 3 seconds. The matter was ultimately settled when I remembered that if the alarm went off a second time, the risk of my wife kicking my ass would grow to be unacceptably high. No snooze buttons in my house.

I forgot that I wanted to hit the track this morning, so I ran around the 'hood. Once I remembered my intention, I started doing fartleks. I only ran a little more than a mile and a half, so it ain't like I did a full speed workout. However, I did do a few nice, long strides. They felt great.

I ran without music, and so I could listen to birds, pay attention to my body, and be more fully present. This is a departure for me. Long time readers will recall that I listen to DJ Nano while I run so that I can block out the voices in my head telling me to stop running. DJ Nano takes my mind away from my body and into that realm of daydreaming where I am a rock star. But I've noticed lately that I don't need those voices blotted out -- they aren't there anymore! Instead, there is a coach in there telling me to pick it up, don't falter, stride it out to the next lamp post. It is a change, but I am growing used to it.

Last night I finished watching Die You Zombie Bastards, which was fantastic for a Z-grade horror flick. The best thing about the movie is that it introduced me to rockabilly legend Hasil Adkins. I strongly recommend this madman to anyone who has a taste for strange, bluesy, raw rock and roll. After hearing Hasil Adkins, I see how The Cramps, Bodeco, and the 5.6.7.8s happened.