I just missed the two year anniversary of the Crazy Daisies blog. (It was on January 12.) But, I am back up here in good ole Hermitage/Greenville and this may be the first year that I do not get in a track workout. Reason being (1) I'm not on a training program that suggest them, (2) It is darn cold outside...ok, maybe not any colder than the past two years, but next week the forecast is filled w/ single digits and (3) Nathan wasn't all that comfortable w/ me running after dark at a track behind a high school...not that it wasn't dark when I've done it the past two years.
Tonight I got my two staff to join me at the Y. They both said their wives would be proud of the job I did in getting them there. I'm not a huge fan of the treadmill, as we all know, but I got in 30 minutes on it with no freak accidents. I always picture this happening...my shoelace comes untied and then gets stuck in the belt.
Here's to another year filled with good blogging, but more importantly, good running and good times!
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FIRST NOTE ON PARAGRAPH 1: The original poster failed to mention in previous years that the lights were NOT ON at the high school track where she runs in Greenville. This is a key piece of information. It's one thing to run through neighborhood streets after dark - there are most likely street lights providing some light and plenty of homes filled with people within a few quick steps from the road. It's an entirely different thing to run on a darkened high school track - no lights, probably not a single person within a mile, and you're running around and around and around the same spot, eliminating the ability to easily 'lose' someone if necessary.
SECOND NOTE ON PARAGRAPH 1: I believe my wife is basically intelligent - capable of making wise, prudent decisions, for the most part. However, she sometimes has a strange interpretation of confidence, fear, safety, and danger. She sees no concerns in running alone in a dark, strange place, but yet she is scared of treadmills?! (see First Note on Paragraph 2)
FIRST NOTE ON PARAGRAPH 2: As mentioned earlier (see Second Note on Paragraph 1), my wife has a disproportionate sense of fear. She imagines freak accidents while pleasantly jogging on a treadmill, yet doesn't pause when, while lugging 4 or 5 over-sized shopping bags stuffed with over $1000 of merchandise, she approaches an escalator in a mall. In fact, I've seen her speed up and elbow people out of the way to secure a prime spot on the 'moving staircase' in front of a group of elderly women. This is just one of the mysteries of my wife.
SECOND NOTE ON PARAGRAPH 2: I'm glad to hear that my wife's co-workers are such push-overs when it comes to being tricked into going to the gym. Suckers.
Megan - I must say you are hilarious! I myself imagine that I will somehow miss the treadmill belt and then fall backwards or something. It is scary. :) You got co-workers to work out with you? Is this a Y in Hermitage? Hilarious.
Happy birthday, Crazy Daisies!
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