The Mulligan: ZomRuns
I am starting the 5k ZomRun training program over. I hadn’t touched it in weeks. Mostly due to my brain sometimes acting like a righteous bag of dicks, but whatevs. It doesn’t get to win.
At any rate, I might just keep track of said runs here, in ElJay land. Because they’re not really a “blog” per se. And they’re not really fiction writing.
Unless I start adding my own story to the ongoing storyline.
S1-B1: Week 1, Workout 1
34 minutes, 3 minutes cool down walk
(according to my Landice 7 treadmill) 2% grade, 1.9 miles
I love that my radio station2 is a hodgepodge of sounds, beats, and rhythm. And that occasionally, it will pop up a song or artist I’ve never heard of. GLEE. I’ve found more random fun that way. It’s like Dirk Gently’s Zen navigation method. It doesn’t necessarily get you there quickly –but you find what you need on the way.
Music like this makes me miss bellydancing EVEN MOAR. I kinda-sorta get some of that dance need taken care of when I go out to the club, every few weeks. But, honestly? I miss going to the studio with a group of women and dancing.
Or dancing to the sounds of dozens and dozens of drummers around a giant, fuck-you fire.
Some of my best memories are from around a bonfire.
Perhaps that’s why I identify so strongly with some of the burner folk?