What's in a name?

Week 2 is going pretty well. Having a little trouble getting up in the morning to do my runs. Tuesday I hit snooze a million times and finally told myself - if you get up to run you can get a manicure today. It worked. This training is going to get very expensive.

Tuesday while running I turned a corner to run along the lake and the first boat I see in the harbor has Nitemare across the entire side of the bright red boat. That about sums it up. I started reading all the names on the boats - they're kinda like tramp stamps for water vessels. I noticed a striking similarity to the boat names and the types of men I've dated. How could I make such a connection, you ask? Well, as I'm plodding along these miles the last two weeks I've often thought about my existence as a singleton. So tramp stamps on boats and various types of men in relationships was a natural connection. Let's review the highlights from the harbor this week:

• Nitemare - this not only sums up how I feel about my alarm going off at 4:45 a.m. every day the past two weeks but also some of the dates I've had.
• Rebound - wow - that's pretty obvious. Not a good shot at a meaningful relationship here.
• My Way - control freak
• Almost There - classic commitment-phobe. Plenty of experience here. NOT doing that again no matter how hot he is
  
• Skid Marks - ew ew ewwwwww. I'll give ya points for wit but come on; what the fuck?
  
• And the best one of them all - VIAGRA. Now, I don't have any personal experience with this type of man and I hope I don't have to for many, many years. But come on - who puts this tramp stamp on his boat?? Maybe the viagra isn't for the captain but for the boat itself. Maybe the boat is really little - like a dingy - and with the little blue pill turns into a huge yacht.

So as you can see, I'm very serious about my runs so far.

Today at the end of my very slow run - I like to think of my running style as methodical - I was almost home and all of a sudden I looked along the river and saw a little elf man amongst the trees doing some kind of freaky kung-fu yoga. That's it - I'll have to start carrying a camera with me because this sight was too freaky for words.

One more short run tomorrow a.m. then the much appreciated rest day Friday. I'm debating what pace group to run with on Saturday for the group run. The 12-minute pace group, while lovely, was just too damn slow. I coulda walked faster than that pace. I'm scared to graduate to the 11:30-minute group for fear that my ass will be bringing up the rear and struggle. But, I think I have to do it. There's no way in hell I am going to run a 12-minute pace marathon; that will take all friggin' day.

Until next time!