Milli Vanilli’s Fault

It was bound to happen.

What?  Get caught lip syncing?

No.  Get a visit from Miss Gravity and her no fun rules of the universe.  What goes up, must come down.  I was feeling so good.  Too good.  Better than ever.

“You’ll go through periods of not feeling good,” Rusty says to the shadow boxing Drea who cannot wait to do something more on the track, “Just expect it.”

Hmmmm.  I could tell you to sit down because I have bad news.  You might sit, but you know you are going to get up again.  I see the logic, but denial is a beautiful mistress.  Wait, if I am a girl then do I call denial my mister?  What a mister.  Yeah, Mister Sister, nasty tramp stabbed me in the back this morning.

The recipe called for some mile repeats mixed with some slower back to back mile work.  I puffed into the first lap of mile one and knew right away that the gig was up.  The Drea that had been hanging around must be afraid of rain.  Huffing-puffing Nigel and Benny fearing Drea is back.  Rusty ran ahead with Tim and then would slowly drop back like a mechanic listening for “where the hell that rattle is coming from.”  Oh, the breathing.  The tell tale sign that I am screwed.

That could be a nice race tactic.  I could huff and puff behind my competitor and really psych them out that they had me under thumb.  Then with one long exhale…shhhhoooom, I would dust them.  Actually, I stole that from Rusty.  He played that trick out once and it worked.

Unfortunately, no tricks today.  I confessed right away and got to sit out workout.  I watched Tim have all the fun.  He ran so fast, so smooth.  I watched the other groups get their work done.  George, Michelle and Chrystee whipped around the track looking great.  I enjoyed watching them go.  I can’t blame them.  I couldn’t possibly blame me!  Who should I blame?  Let’s blame Milli Vanilli!  “Bah-bah bah-bah bah, bah-bah bah-bah bah, blame it on the rain, yeah yeah.”

I busied off to my day.  I taught a pilates class and took extra time going through breathing.  “Relax into the floor,” I instructed.  I know, I am a traitor.  Did I once make fun of that?  Well, today it was great.  Helloooooo floor, nice to meet you.

I had to figure out the race course for this weekend’s FOX FALL XC.  I ran around Lake Los Carneros in the pouring rain with my map in hand finding all the sneaking turns and understanding the loops.  I returned to my minivan soaking wet and very refreshed.  Peaceful.  I was the only one out and the rain drops had fun picking on me.  I did not mind.  I sat in the back of my minivan on the floor and changed into dry clothes.  I watched the wet droplets race down the windows and listened to the pinging of their splattering efforts on the roof.  As I scraped the mud off my shoes, I said my blessings for being able to run.

I love my life.

But you know, if I could get some sleep…….. “bah-bah bah-bah bah, bah-bah bah-bah bah, blame it on the rain, yeah yeah.”

~ by drea on October 13, 2009.