Block Party

Dear Block of Running Insecurity,

This is your pink slip.  You are being laid off in the on going downsizing of Neuroses of this SAHM.

I know that you have been the anchor on the wall of doubt holding me back for a long time now, and that you're really good at it... but go find a new job.  Starting now.

Today, while you were sleeping on the job, I snuck past you for a run.  Against my better judgement, I turned Triple L (3L) loose with Melis and DeNiece and said, "pick the pace, I need to see what I can do".  Well guess what Mental Block...  I.  Don't.  Need.  You.

Oh, you want the proof?  How about this...  The course was a typical g. course, meaning there were a few (many) small (Fox Hall anyone?) hills (a half mile climb isn't even worth mentioning, right?).  So we started out on those hills and I had to get my legs warmed up, and then, we just went.  I ran my fastest Half Marathon ever.  Too bad it wasn't a race.  Oh, and did I mention that we were talking the whole way?  You need more reasons I don't need you?  How 14 reasons...


1. 9:46
2. 9:54
3. 9:51
4. 9:53
5. 9:19
6. 9:08
7. 9:11
8. 9:14
9. 9:15
10. 9:23
11. 9:51
12. 10:06
13. 8:53
((13.1 2:04:34))
14. 10:16


about that 9:33 average pace...   MGP is a bit slower than that...  and at the end of todays run, I could have kept running.  I don't know how much longer, but I felt amazing.  Probably because I wasn't carrying an extra block around with me.

Some suggestions for a good job for you would be mounting block at a riding academy.  A block behind a tire to stop a redneck's motor home from rolling away.  Oh, how about the chopping block that goes under the firewood?  The market is teaming with opportunity for a big strong mental block like you.

I regret to inform you that I cannot give you a reference.  I have writer's block.

g.