Hiya there SoleMate fans! Man, have I missed you folks! It has been a wild summer in the lives of the track nerds behind SoleMates. Remember that blog schedule I mentioned in my last post? (it was a long time ago)...well that plan of good intentions got tossed aside as our summer adventures unfolded. I apologize to those of you who were checking in for regular content, I really do (feel free to send us stingy messages). However, some times in life, in blogging and in track things go off track. It's just the way she goes.
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In a SoleMate team meeting some recent time ago... we decided to make a schedule of our routine blog posts. We will do our bests to follow it and we challenge you to comment once you think you have cracked the code and can predict what day each of your favourite bloggers will be posting!
After a crazy hectic week and a long day yesterday I got home knowing I still needed to get out for some recovery mileage (see: the beauty of running in the morning-before you know you're tired).
Upon departing for my run I realized I didn't put on shorts with phone-friendly pockets, or pockets at all for that matter; no biggie my phone battery was almost dead anyways. I then started to think about how this would be my first easy run in months without music and my trusty Nike app (Comment if you are in Nike or Strava...I stand as a lone Nike user here at SoleMate) . "Whatevs, music shmoosic", I thought. I started to think I should probably do this more often, enjoy the solitude of my own footsteps on the gravel beneath me , the sound of my breath, magically keeping my body alive all while birds chirped along the country roads. Sounds like a good idea... Cue the scene of me running down my driveway embarking on a relatively ordinary run, pushing up my sleeve to start the timer on my simplistic little shiny blue TIMEX. Plot twist... it wasn't there. Where I'd usually press my little silver "START/SPLIT" button, all I had was wrist. I had accidentally left my watch inside on the bathroom counter. "Meh, watch smotch", I thought. Fact: I think wayyyy more without the distraction of singing along with T Swift (occasionally out loud). Here is a recall of my inner monologue: 1 km mark: Whoa 1km down and Nike app dude isn't telling me my pace, I wonder what it is. Probably average. Maybe above average, ya know because I'm just so #intunewithmybody. This is great. Natural. I'm kinda getting close to being a cave person but eh that's cool. I'm gonna appreciate the beauty of that farm field a lot more today. Yup, that's a niceee field. I like that field. 3 km mark: That is also a nice field, so many nice fields. I wonder if I always breath this loud...probably. *little car with overly tinted windows, too many spoilers and a bad muffler kit, zooms by at a speed worthy of a ticket* Asshole. Who let's these people believe that they are cool? Yo, Kilo... he's the one in a car, he could hit you. Wait if I got hit on this run, how would anybody know who I am? I couldn't call for help if I needed it. That's kinda unsafe...hmmm. I don't even have my watch with me. Yup, I get it my watch is no help in an emergency, it doesn't look close to anything that could possibly send a distress signal. Its an excellent security blanket though. Nice, I'll probably die on this run #gonature. What do they do when someone comes into the ER with no ID? I should really write my name in my shoes somehow, or get one of those ID bracelets. Why are all these scary looking vehicles going past me all of the sudden? I should probably blog about this one. People might find my irrational fear entertaining. Maybe. 5 km mark: How will I blog about what just happened back there...Awkward encounter with a car pulled over on the side of a dirt road. Well not as much the car itself as the couple making out in the front seat. The windows were down. They stopped to turn and wave at me as I ran by. Nice. Sorry to interrupt...but this is a road and all, okay bye, carry on. 6 km mark: I feel naked. I should have something on my wrist. There should be a headphone wire that needs adjusting about now. Or at least someone to talk to. I should have brought the dog. I am totally alone...and I actually like it. Oh wait, nope...there's a farmer on tractor hauling hay bails. *wave and smile* 9 km mark: *reaches to stop watch. oh. right.* YOOOH I'm back! And very not dead. In fact I feel more alive than when I left. Oh how I love the magic of a run. So I might just run technology naked more often...the neighbors didn't seem to mind. -Kilo |