8:07 time last night when I decided maybe I’d do a long run in the morning.
4:23 when I woke up.
5:05 when I started running.
700 milliliters of coconut water steadily poured down my gullet.
1 lovely, elderly couple that I flagged down and asked to ‘ferry’ said coconut water down to the end of that first long, long road so I didn’t have to lug it with me. Because, ironically, I was too lazy to plant the water along the course and can now proclaim that carrying it is a bad, bad idea—does ugly things to the stride.
9 wild (and likely crazy) turkeys.
2 big, beautiful, brown bulls.
4 ducks—one mama + 3 duck-a-lings (pronunciation per Jack and Sophie)
6 young, small, male, vibrant red cardinals (unless it was the same bird that followed me the whole way? But I doubt it…).
3 stunning views of the Atlantic Ocean via the southern coast of Martha’s Vineyard under the early morning sun.
6 hot biking dudes (or at least they looked hot in their gear) that said hello.
1 hot biking chick who looked and sounded (we exchanged ‘hellos’ as well) a helluva lot like Debra Messing.
3 writing/content ideas for later.
12 cars that piloted voluptuously around me.
1 car and asshat that did not.
4,793,281 drops of sweat.
300 ish steps to the beach, post-run.
5 minutes spent soaking my legs in the cold ocean.
5 minutes spent scanning said ocean for Great Whites (they are currently infesting our waters, seriously, look it up on Google).
22 teeth you would see right now if you were here with me…because I can’t seem to close my mouth for all the smiling.
13.1 miles run.
1/2 Marathon checked off the list.
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Barefoot? Or shoes? Just finished Born to Run after hearing about it on your site and am now obsessed, even though I can’t actually run more than a mile at this point! With or without shoes :)
Hi Helen! You’ll get there.
WITH shoes is the answer. But, I’m running in the Nike Free – which has minimal cushioning and no stability. It’s like running in a padded slipper. And I love them. Have transformed my running.
Thanks for reading…and talking back.
My husband read Born to Run, was inspired and bought Five Fingers – he loves them!
so jealous of runners…
I would love that sense of freedom & independence. Love how your numbers sum up all the emotion so matter-of-factly.
This sounds like heaven. Congratulations on doing the half your way — oh so seriously inspiring!
Makes me excited (and slightly embarassed) to go for my paltry four km run tonight…
Congratulations, Julie. That’s inspiring.
Ha! Alisa, I can’t say that didn’t cross my mind. Maybe I should send this to Mastercard? I do have a contact… ;)
Congratulations. Very impressed.
Wow. You rock.
Just do it, girl.
Not a runner myself, but the post is awesome. Passing it on to my runner husband.
Thanks, Megan! And Edgy. And Lindsey, Laura, Tara and Aaron.
A Martha’s Vineyard run must be incredibly exhilarating.
And there’s nothing quite like an end of run, giant ocean foot bath.
Indeed, Patrick, indeed. Though, I have to admit, it wasn’t quite as cold as I needed it to be. And that was a first!
My #1 fear in life…sharks, yikes!
My hubby has 2 wild turkeys by his office…they are crazy and attack prone, especially to a motorcycle cop that pulls people over near there!
You know, most people don’t know this, but the Vineyard is ripe with wild turkeys. It’s literally out of control. Once, I was running and heard this horrid noise in a tree and looked up and there was a huge bunch of them sitting on branches – like vultures! Scared the living shit out of me.
Wow. I’m inspired.I am only a runner wannabe, but you make me wannabe even more. Will definitely be getting my 4m walk in this evening.
OK, I’m suitably impressed – but mostly with how you counted those drops of sweat. That’s far more amazing than the 13 miles covered!!!!
Steve – I will never reveal the ins and outs of my magical, mystical sweat droplet counter.
Amazing! Well done. :)
Awesome. Though, I was under the assumption there would be no math…
Okay, Ben. You are officially in the running for best comment ever. Nicely spun.
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Good thing that every thing is accounted for. Now you can sleep tight!
8 hours I presume. ;)
Well done! When I was your age, I was a jogger. Now I’m a walker. And I’ve learnt to relax and take my time. There.s too much to see to go dashing past.
I find that jogging/walking is a real head clearer. And even if I use the same route over and over, there’s always lots to see.
I think that you should run a sweat-bead counting contest through your blog. You could have a set of genuine grotty used Celtic sweatbands as a prize. 4793281 indeed!
Make sun you have fun….as you run.
Just the other day my therapist (love the man) said to me, “notice everything.” Fitting it seems…