Three Wierd Things About Me Running
1. I don’t wear my Forerunner to my running clinic. It is the only time I don’t feel a need to obsess about the time or the distance or the pace. The group I’m with helps me set the pace, and I judge it based on Not-Inga’s pace (that instructor that commits to running with the last person, and subsequently no one wants to run with…) and hopefully Jackie’s pace, and on good nights like tonight, trying-to-catch-Brenda’s pace. It’s freedom of sorts, and I like it. Great run tonight there.
2. When I run and get into the groove of it, I tend to hold my thumbs in a Grandpa-like pose … did your grandfather ever grab your nose and then stick his thumb between his pointer and middle finger, pretending he “got your nose”?? Okay, mine did. So I run along constantly, with two noses in my hands. It’s very odd, but I haven’t found anything more comfortable.
3. I run really, really fast when there’s bees and wasps and hornets around. Sigh. I’ve never been stung, and it’s a big fear of mine. Our area is in a stinging flying creature crisis right now … they’re everywhere. I’m not sure if I think I’ll actually outrun them, or if the intervals will confuse their flight pattern … but I can’t help but sprint when I hear buzzing next to me.
So, c’mon …. share your running quirks with me. Normalize me. 
