Addicted

Hello, my name is Cheetah Girl and I am officially a running addict.

Last week I finally got my NEW RUNNING SHOES!!!! a;lkdfjslkj;asfoieuroewirunmvcnfdherif!!!!!! (that's how excited I was, fyi) Seriously, is there anything in the world more exciting than new running shoe day? I didn't think so. You can ask everyone in my house, I resembled a blonde Tigger bouncing around the house for the rest of the day and refused to take them off until bed. They are Mizuno Wave Inspire 5's! :)

Today I ran an interesting 12 miler to break the new shoes in. Interesting because I have never run in fog before. Thick fog. Scary Halloween-y/grey/humid/nasty/IHATEYOU fog. Of course I was safe, running a straight 3 mile course on the side of the road with continuous sidewalk, but it was just weird. I don't think I liked it. And that's weird. It's weird that running in clouds bothered me so much I'm writing a blog post about it. Even though it blocked the sun, it was super humid and even the air I breathed felt thick. Like the way a milkshake feels to your mouth when you can't get it through the straw. Except not in a good way. Okay bad analogy. But still. WEIRD!

So anyway, you are probably wondering why I have suddenly had the revelation of christening myself as a running addict. Or not, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I didn't run for two whole days, and was absolutely miserable. (horrific, right?) Day 1 was just for recovery since I had run pretty good 5 days in a row, but Day 2 was out of my control; we had a surprise trip to Nashvegas...I got woken up at 4 in the all-that-is-holy A.M. My first reaction to supposedly exciting news was, "....can I run first?" The answer was NO, and so changed the entire mood of the trip. My legs had already been whining to run on Day Off 1, but Day 2 was terrible. I was seriously depressed. I tried not to be, honest(!), but I just felt like a huge blob. I was short with everyone, didn't feel like shopping (gasp!), and didn't have an appetite. And let me tell you, not only do I eat ALOT, I eat ALL THE TIME. Normally I am the bouncy, fun, outgoing one of the family, but with that gone plus the not being hungry part caused some eyebrows to be raised. SO, I ran the next day and my mood did a complete 180. Amazing! I'm in such a better mood when I get my run in. Call it endorphins, call it a feeling of accomplishment, call it a crystal meth (kidding), but I want it. Need it. I crave the feeling. My favorite part during a run is after the first 3 or 4, that's when I get my first runner's high and I actually smile and am able to pick up the pace. I'm smiling just writing about it! :)

Okay all done.
Run on cheetahs!!!!