Day 3,891 —Half my Fault, Have to Do*WWV—

 

I was thinking about buying another weighted vest and wearing it over the one I have now. I could buy a 10-pound or 15-pound vest and add it to the 10-pound I have been using, and that will be more than enough weight to carry.

Today, I ran with a 5-pound bag of cashews plus three 10-ounce packages of soup. I think I was at least 17, if not 18 pounds in total, but I noticed my vest plus the nuts and soup in the bag seemed to weigh more than the 10-pound vest when I was taking everything off.

I felt guilty for not running enough, but it was good to listen to some music that I have gotten into recently. I cannot get enough of the “Stick Season” It reminds me of “The Sink” by Hey, Nothing which both sound like a low-rent version of Silver Jews or maybe even what some of Pavement’s stuff sounds like, but now I cannot help but think about how that guy is no longer with us, but I liked that last album that he did Purple Mountains. I bought it on vinyl before I read the news that he had died unexpectedly.

His lyric that will always make me laugh is “In 1984, I was hospitalized for approaching perfection.” Yeah, Dave, we were all on the cusp of that.

I don’t know the comparison of this run with weights to what it would be like without, but I was seriously cruising by mile 6 or so, the weight suddenly didn’t bother me and I only really seemed to take notice when I took it off and piled it on the hanger in the laundry room.