Remembering conversations from Spring 2005:
1) Michael sees me get Coke for the first time in our 3 year friendship:
Michael: You’re not even going for the CokerPepper?
Sarah: No. I don’t like Dr. Pepper
Michael: But you’ve drank Dr.Pepper for as long as I’ve known you.”
Sarah: Yeah. I really don’t like it at all.
Michael: Why did you drink it, then?
Sarah: I was trying to develop a taste for it.
Michael: For Three Years?!
Sarah: I tried really hard.
2) Michael realizes (and appreciates) the sacrifice:
Michael: I’m drinking dr pepper and was thinking of how you faked liking it for so long, and that really means alot to me.
Sarah: I really did want to like it.
Michael: I know you did.
Sarah: I really tried…
Michael: And it means a lot to the Dr. Pepper community.
3) Michael comes to the dark side.
Michael: We have a small, extremly large problem.
Sarah: About what?
Michael: The Coke Issue. Lately I’ve felt that I need to try to enjoy Coke as you tried to enjoy Dr. Pepper. But your attempts failed. Mine have succeded, but only when a drop of lemon is added to the equation. I feel I have shown great shame to my family.
Sarah: Because you love Coke?
Michael: I’m not saying love, I’m saying, as the can does, (or used to,)that I enjoy Coca-Cola. I enjoy Coke like I enjoy popping an ingrown hair: it’s painful, but I get a sick satisfaction out of it.
I got up on Sunday morning, felt the cool air outside, and thought the words, “This is a great morning for a run.” Then I passed out from shock. When Zack found me, he said, “You had a positive thought about running, didn’t you?” AS IF I AM SO TRANSPARENT.
Seriously, though. Me! Positive thought about running! Not hating life! What Is Happening?! So many emotion-filled punctuations! I even enjoyed running on Friday. I didn’t die afterwards, Scout ran better than ever, and Katy went with me on rollerblades! Cali-girls to the MAXX, y’all.
The trick is that I didn’t actually do any running this weekend. After five solid days of working out according to plan, Zack said that I should take some rest days, and that it was important to not over-do it. I said, “but look! I’m excited! I’m using verbal exclamation points!” He didn’t care that I was excited. I’m always excited. If I don’t use at least ten verbal exclamation points an hour, he’ll ask me if something is wrong. (!) SO, despite the fact that both Saturday and Sunday would have lended themselves nicely to a jog through the neighborhood, I gave my bones a break. Two days of not running was juuust long enough to remind me of how much fun NOT running is. You get to stay home! You can eat things instead! No need for all that heavy breathing and MOVING.
So I guess I’ll be looking for my proverbial carrot-on-a-stick this afternoon as I prepare to strap on the running shoes after work today. This week will be even harder to stay motivated because I have a pretty severe case of scheduleous interruptous. I’ll just have to focus on the positives: 1.) running doesn’t really take that long, and 2.) I don’t feel like someone beat me up with a baseball bat like I did last week. There’s a win/win if I’ve ever seen one.