Tuesday, September 29, 2009

"the, er... running"

Denial isn't just a river in Egypt.

First off, I should tell the story about the iPod.  So we know it got a tad wet on Sunday, and today it still produced music!  Yay!  It's true.  Uh huh.  Hmm.  Except that the screen won't come up, so I can't do anything except play the main music list.  Starting at the A's.  (think... alanis morissette, allison kraus, Andrew Loyd Webber) and going to the B's... no, not Brittany.  BARBIE.  Barbie intruded on my run today.  Fortunately it was toward the end.  As it turns out Phantom of the Opera isn't the WORST running music ever.  Aqualung isn't the best though.  

So, my H the Apple Mac guy that he is says he'll take it to the store tomorrow and see if they can "do anything for it", but that "it's probably a lost cause" and finally, "that if they couldn't fix it he'd get me a new one, because I can't be without an iPod for the, er,...(pause)... running".  He's very careful NOT to say that M word.  It's like if he doesn't say it, then it's not going to happen.

I realize that I'm not in denial anymore, the marathon is only a month and a half away.  I'm entering "monster month of long runs", and he needs to get over it.  This isn't about him.  He's "afraid something bad is going to happen to me if I try to run a marathon."  and my response to that ... isn't encouraging to him.  It's snide at best, bitchy at worst.  "Like what?  A bad blister?  Tired legs? What is going to happen to me on race day H?"

Something is far more likely to happen to me on one of these crazy alone Barbie blaring training runs.  There's a guy breaking into houses in my area, in broad daylight, attempting to kidnap SAHMs.  Um, what if I come across him?  I don't know that my WHITE BELT Karate moves are going to be enough to save my life.  Hopefully I'm faster than this guy, but...  So, as I was writing on my arm today the letters PCN (in purple sharpee) incase I get run over by a car but am alive enough to warrant a ride to the ER, I realize that I've been in denial about my need for a Road ID.  

1 comment:

Chele said...

I'd like to suggest a 38. I did read once about a company that rented out attack dogs for joggers/walkers, you need one of those. Or you could throw the JRT at them.