Another lazy Sunday in which running was the most exciting and worthwhile thing I did.
This day has been a brilliant study in laziness and self-indulgence.
Let’s enjoy a few of the lovely endeavors I spent my mental facilities on today:
1. I updated my About page. Now it is even more comprehensively self-promotive than ever before. It recycles stories and pictures that most of you have already seen and heard at length, but I’m sure it’s still thrilling, if you want to read the banal story of how I stumbled into the drudgery of distance running.
2. I consumed approximately 284 scrumptious Halloween-themed Hershey’s kisses. Nope, hang on. Just found another little orange metal wrapper that somehow attached itself to my sock. Sneaky sucker! Bump that number up to 285.
3. I went for a selfishly long run. I knew that the longer I ran, the more clout I would have for engaging in slothlike behavior for the remainder of the day, allowing me to avoid any Sunday task that doesn’t involve laying on the couch.
4. Keeping with the Halloween spirit, I scared myself silly by indulging my hypochrondriacal tendencies. I’m currently Googling signs and symptoms of Morton’s Neuroma after experiencing an annoying tightness in my third/fourth metatarsal area during the aforementioned long run, which isn’t going away. I’m hopeful that like usual, this will turn out to be nothing. Sometimes it pays to be a nervous nelly.
5. I quit before I could even begin. Yesterday, due to aforementioned hypochondriacal tendencies unrelated to the foot pain, I decided it might be worthwhile to monitor my caloric and nutritional intake for a week. I even made myself up a fancypants Excel spreadsheet and got everything all organized and ready for recording to start today. Then I ate 286 Halloween-themed Hershey’s Kisses and decided my nutritional crusade could start tomorrow instead. Or not at all, ever.
6. Oh yeah, I also grocery shopped. I bought four cans of tuna fish and 23 pounds of Halloween candy. The candy is for trick-or-treaters, yes, it is. I assure you there is not a growing mountain of empty candy wrappers sharing space with me on the couch at this very moment.
Do you ever scare yourself looking up signs and symptoms of running-related injuries that seem to describe your pain?
What’s your favorite type of Halloween candy?