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Awesome! There’s a serial groper roaming my ‘hood?
I didn’t think much of it at the time, other than thinking, “That’s gross. Who does that? Who wakes up in the morning and says ‘I’m going to grab some stranger booty today?’ “
So let’s backtrack a bit. We’ll get back to the groping in a minute. Promise. It’s exciting stuff, I know.
Last night, after a grueling spin class at the gym, I decided to stay at a friend’s apartment. It was very hot last night.
My air conditioner is mediocre.
My friend, however, has a powerful one.
So I ate the rest of the Ali Cake…
…and spent the night sleeping in a blissfully cool apartment.
But this morning I had to return to my own place.
And I’ll be honest: I was a little freaked out about the walk home.
It was 5 am, so it was still a little dark out.
The thought of running into some sketchy dude was definitely on my mind.
Naturally I could kick his ass if I ran into him. And then I could run away at a nice 7:30 pace if I pushed hard, while calling the cops at the same time and getting the guy arrested. As I walked home, I devised this whole plan of how I could not only catch a criminal but also get some speedwork in.
Multi-tasking at its best, don’t you think?
So obviously I made it home just fine. I was a little more aware than usual, but I was fine. There’s really no fun criminal-catching story to be told. Sorry. But this morning did get me thinking a little bit about fear.
I’m not afraid of a lot of things.
I lived in Spanish Harlem for a year when I first moved to NYC. I didn’t know what that meant when I got the apartment, and there were only one or two times that I was a little freaked out walking home late at night. Typically though, I felt untouchable. I heard about bad things happening (there were more than a few shootings and stabbings in the area that I’d hear about on the news from time to time) but never thought they would happen to me.
And they didn’t.
I survived just fine on the Upper Upper East Side (which is what my roommate and I called it).
This morning Coach Cane had 4–5 miles on my training plan, done at an 8:45–9:00 pace. Easy enough, I thought.
But then I got outside (after breaking a sweat just getting into my running clothes at my apartment).
And then the heat hit me.
As I struggled through the first mile — and the subsequent 4.5 throughout the hilly Central Park running road — I was brought back to the Fairfield Half Marathon.
The heat. The hills.
And then I started to feel afraid again.
Afraid of the Hamptons Marathon.
It’s just 60-something days away, and every time I have a really reassuring run I feel amazing and confident that I can run 26.2 miles in September…but when I have a discouraging run like today’s, I can’t help but freak the F out about race day.
I’m afraid I’m going to wake up that morning and my stomach won’t cooperate.
I’m afraid it’ll be a freak 90-degree day and the sun will be beating down on me the entire time.
I’m afraid those two hills on the course will be the death of me. I don’t do well on hills.
I’m afraid that I will have spent all this time training and fundraising, and that I’ll let everyone down if I don’t do well.
I’m afraid I won’t raise as much money for CCFA as I want to raise.
I ran 5.5 miles today. I need to run more than 20 more miles on top of that on marathon day.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to do it.
There are other things I’m afraid of, too.
- Hairless cats. Nothing is scarier than an animal that looks like it has been turned inside out. They have giant ears and they’re not cuddly looking at all. Hairless cats are evil and disgusting.
- Snakes. Are there people out there who aren’t afraid of snakes? That’s weird. They slither and they have no limbs. Gross.
- Kinesio tape. I can’t even think about it. It’s freaky looking. If I’m running a race and I see a fellow runner decked out with kinesio tape, I will make a point to run far away from that person. Because you know what? That may not even be kinesio tape. It may be the runner’s pet snake, hanging onto his or her body for a good time. It’s weird and terrifying.
- Kids + Wheels. I see a child coming toward me on a scooter, rollerblades or those fancy sneakers with wheels built in and I go crazy. Their mission is to run me over and kill me. Obviously.
I also used to be really afraid of mascots and anything in costume. I hated that my college dance team had to perform alongside the Quinnipiac Bobcat and didn’t so much enjoy my junior spring break trip to Disney World.
I hated the idea that there was a person inside those costumes. It was a paralyzing fear and I blame it on the MTV special called “True Life: I’m A Furry.” It was all about people who got dressed up in animal costumes and got freaky in them. I’m sorry, that’s not really normal. I’m all about being open-minded, but that is not cool.
I’m over that fear now, though.
So anyway. Those are my fears.
Lastly, I was going to stop posting my outfits for a while because I’m a little bored with that part of Ali On The Run. I started doing it as a way to keep track of what I wear, honestly, and maybe I’ll keep sharing from time to time.
Today, for example. I will share my outfit today.
I bought this long pink skirt at Anthropologie back in March and it’s been hanging in my closet unworn ever since.
I’m not sure I’m sold on how I’m wearing it.
I initially had the shirt tucked in and wore it with a big brown belt.
I didn’t like it once I got to the office though, so I did some playing.
I still can’t decide. But I love the color.
And here is a dog, for your enjoyment.
Time to conquer Wednesday. Some deadlines, some phone calls then going to the U2 concert at the Meadowlands tonight! So excited!
ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? I want to know what you’re scared of! Tell me!