My friends and I decided to meet here extremely early in the freezing cold and run and train like we had a marathon. (We didn't.) We ran around the neighborhood for 3 miles (usually 8-11 miles other mornings) then do many bootcamp-like drills involving the stairs and hills that surround the park. When I arrived it was still pitch black and this Poltergeist looking man in a truck was eyeing me like I was a victim. IMMEDIATELY I regretted checking in on Yelp and realized it was probably best if I check in AFTER, next time. Luckily he continued to drive and not stop to assault me and I was able to find my friends who were there earlier than our meet up time. PHEW!
After running up and down those stairs and up the hills, I felt like I was going to throw up! Feeling like a weenie, I didn't tell anyone until a few others admitted that they wanted to throw up as well. Breathing heavy and dry heaving, I thought about what this stand up comedian said,
"So listen to this. I'm at the gym. I'm looking around and everyone has their headphones on working out. One guy is struggling to bench this heavy ass weight. A woman is running on the treadmill sweating like crazy and I just stopped. I put down my weights and I just looked around and thought, 'Why are we doing this? Majority of us aren't pro athletes. We have no game, championship, or tournament approaching. What are we killing ourselves for?'
Then I realized----it's to get through THE NEXT workout!" ---LOL--everyone in the audience laughed.
But--its so true. I was thinking--why do I get up at 5am to torture myself to the point I wanna barf my wild apple pre-workout????
As I ran up my 7th hill, I looked at my shadow and my legs looked GREAT!
"That's why!" I thought to myself, "So I can look hot!"