Christie (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} karayzieho) wrote,@ 2008-06-11 09:42:00 |
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High on Life
Or maybe just a runner's high, I'm not sure. I left work early yesterday to drive up to a meeting in San Francisco with Michele, founder and CEO of my new company, and Rob, an angel investor. He wanted to meet me and just make sure I was a living, breathing internet marketing professional, but I still felt nervous and on the spot when he peppered me with questions about our marketing plan. According to Michele, who also happens to be a beautiful, brilliant, feminine, warm and engaging divorced mother of three, I did great. Plus one for me.
I drove home, got changed into workout clothes, and hit the street around ten to eight. It was still quite warm out but a perfect temperature for a run. I started off, dreading my workout but glad that I'd made it this far, and my legs and my body felt great. Weird! I felt like a champion. I kept jogging along, pretty slow, probably a ten minute mile pace which is pretty difficult for me to maintain for even three miles, and busted out eight laps around my local park. This amounts to four, yes, count them, four miles. Forty solid minutes of running, something I've never done before in my life. Well, not true, I did a 10K when I was living in Dublin, Ireland, in 2003, but I walked for some of it and got 'er done in an hour and ten minutes.
The most exciting thing was that I still felt pretty good afterwards. I was amazed that, instead of busting my ass to train off the track to make racing easier, my racing was making my training easier. Or maybe it's both. Either way, I was damned excited and came home feeling absolutely high on everything in my life: my professional life, my fitness, my hobby, my boyfriend.
Or maybe just a runner's high, I'm not sure. I left work early yesterday to drive up to a meeting in San Francisco with Michele, founder and CEO of my new company, and Rob, an angel investor. He wanted to meet me and just make sure I was a living, breathing internet marketing professional, but I still felt nervous and on the spot when he peppered me with questions about our marketing plan. According to Michele, who also happens to be a beautiful, brilliant, feminine, warm and engaging divorced mother of three, I did great. Plus one for me.
I drove home, got changed into workout clothes, and hit the street around ten to eight. It was still quite warm out but a perfect temperature for a run. I started off, dreading my workout but glad that I'd made it this far, and my legs and my body felt great. Weird! I felt like a champion. I kept jogging along, pretty slow, probably a ten minute mile pace which is pretty difficult for me to maintain for even three miles, and busted out eight laps around my local park. This amounts to four, yes, count them, four miles. Forty solid minutes of running, something I've never done before in my life. Well, not true, I did a 10K when I was living in Dublin, Ireland, in 2003, but I walked for some of it and got 'er done in an hour and ten minutes.
The most exciting thing was that I still felt pretty good afterwards. I was amazed that, instead of busting my ass to train off the track to make racing easier, my racing was making my training easier. Or maybe it's both. Either way, I was damned excited and came home feeling absolutely high on everything in my life: my professional life, my fitness, my hobby, my boyfriend.
