Engaging in seemingly impossible activities and achieving success in a manner that renders all onlookers completely awestruck.
Did you see that badassery? He just took down a whole battalion with nothing but his hands!
Yep.... this post is all about "badassery". So the plan today was to run 6 miles nonstop. I usually do long runs on Thursday but I did a 12 miler last week so this week was the "cutback" week which apparently means I'm supposed to run half the distance of my longest long run. So, 6 miles it was. I decided I didn't need walking breaks. (Note: my longest run before today without walking breaks was 5 miles).
So I already felt like a badass (maybe like a 6 on the 1-10 "badass" scale) the second I started running, knowing that I was going an entire mile (or 20%) more than I've ever gone without walking breaks. I was feeling pretty darn good about myself. Then I realized about a mile in that i'd forgotten my hat... and it was pretty warm out. Meaning, there was sweat dripping into my eyes. "No problem" I thought to myself "I'm a badass... I can deal with sweat in my eyes!". (badass scale up to a 8ish/10 at this point)
Yeah... that thought lasted all about 5 minutes. I mean it was STINGING. I kept wiping it away and that stung more because my face is so sensitive. At this point I was not feeling so badass (dropping to a 5/10). I looked around... I did not bring a towel, I did not bring a kleenex, nothing. I briefly considered turning back to go get my hat and then I looked own and saw it... my shirt! I'd like to mention here that I've always kinda judged women who run in their sports bras when it's not completely necessary (like is it really THAT hot outside???). But at that moment, the stinging in my eyes overruled my judgmental bias toward shirtless runners and I did it. I took off the shirt (yeah I was wearing a sports bra! lol), rolled it up and tied it around my forehead. There we go. Instant sweat-band.
I have to admit, I REALLY felt like a badass now! (we're up to a 9/10 on the badass scale!!) I mean... there I was... running in a sports bra with my gleaming six pack for all to see. Yeah... not so much. But it still felt pretty cool. It was right about this time that I was feeling extremely cocky and confident... I was feeling strong, I was running fast, I was amazing... just about to reach my 10/10 on the badass scale and then it happened... I got PASSED by another women also running in a bra, with a six pack... wait for it... PUSHING A BABY JOGGER with TWO largish CHILDREN in there!!!! I mean these were not like babies. These were miniature humans! Okay... my badass scale officially has dropped to like a 3/10 at this point. I am just an average shirtless runner who forgot her hat today.
I just want all of my blogging buddies who do that (push little humans in joggers while you're running) that when non-pushers see you, we are awestruck. You TRULY ARE badass!