Run, Lola, Run

Not only a great movie, but also my Nike plus screen name. Funny, that Lola means "grandma" in filipino. I sometimes feel like one when I get up in the morning, drag myself out of bed, try to put my shoes on the right foot and stumble out of the house before the sun rises. Today, I felt exceptionally Lola-ish because my lower back has been bugging me for the past few weeks. 90 minutes of yoga yesterday didn't seem to help. In fact, all that stretching made me so sore this morning.

This morning, my ritual got me out there at 5:30 AM. It's insane, but it's either that or don't run at all. The temperature is already 86 degrees out side, and that's BEFORE the sun is up. As soon as Mr. Sunshine is over the McDowell's, you're toast(ing). Today we should hit 105 again. I have no other option. I either run or do some exercise video at home. I prefer the former. In order to cut corners, we've had to forgo our gym membership. Believe me, I'm still mourning that loss. But at least it's not as bad as these kids in this story: Angry Kids Protest Gas Prices After Losing Cable TV

Their signs said "All of my mom's monny goes to the gas tank!" and "Honk to Lower Gas Prices! My mom had to cut cabel" Nice comment by Eddypotrero..."Now they are going to be forced to read. learn to spell and probably exercise. They won't become fat, ignorant and a burden to tax payers, bring on $7 a gallon, looking better by the moment."

Anyway, now I'm just rambling. But guess what! This month, I've rambled enough to reach goal! Yay!

I'm actually at 42 miles now, with 5 more days left in the month. As long as it's still under 90 degrees at dawn and I can still drag myself out of bed at 5 AM , regardless of feeling like a Lola, I'm gonna still run. Run, Lola, Run.