Hypochondria and Cancer and Me

Like most dudes, I don’t go to the doctor. Not unless something is literally falling off. That something could be a leg or even dry scaly spots. True. I’m vain. And if I start getting visual blemishes on the temple that is my body, I might consider the dermatologist.

(This post brought to you by the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society!)

Then again, that first dermatologist may have been good at doling out prescriptions for dry scalp, but he sort of missed the more important stuff. Like the fucking skin cancer growing on my nose. That little bump had been there for so long, I didn’t give it much thought and never would have gone to the doctor to check that out had it not been for the OTHER reason dudes go to the doctor. Incessant nagging by a woman. Thankfully, that all worked out okay and now I have nothing but a cool scar to show for it.
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Running Through the Pain

Today was supposed to be a day off from running, but I ended up taking off yesterday. Don’t know if lunch poisoned me or was just fighting something else, but I had to leave work … how do I put this … in a hurry. Thankfully, I made it home without incident. I’d die from embarrassment if I was the jerk who got sick on the train and brought the whole system to a halt.

(Oh. Hi. If you’re reading this, won’t you consider donating to help fight cancer? I’m running the Hamptons Half Marathon with Team in Training/Leukemia & Lymphoma Society)

So no run yesterday. Made it home and watched movies, including Swedish vampire movie “Let the Right One In.” Really good movie.

This morning, woke up and was still feeling a bit off in the head. Thought about skipping today entirely. Then thought, “Maybe I’ll go during lunch.” Then I said, “Screw it. Drag your ass out there.”

Glad I did. Sixty-six degrees out there today. Great day for running. Now I just have to worry about squeezing in an eight-miler this weekend.

Mile 1: 8:11
Mile 2: 8:19
Mile 3: 8:11
Half mile: 4:06

The Dread Mill

So probably the nicest running weather in months and I had set myself up for the treadmill. The Nike+ doesn’t exactly play nice with the treadmill, but this was about mile splits or whatever we want to call them. Can I get a Fartlek?

Half mile warm-up: 5 minutes
Mile 1: 7:19
Half mile cool-down: 5 minutes
Mile 2: 7:09
Half mile cool-down: 5 minutes
Mile 3: 7:20
Quarter mile cool-down

I hadn’t done a workout like this since high school. Man, were my times much better then. Two things to note: I’m still holding back way too much on first miles, I think. Also, I was on track to run that last mile faster than that, but the fucking treadmill at the Y, in its infinite wisdom, started forcing cool-downs on me, which dropped the speed to 4.5 miles per hour which meant me scrambling –boop-beep-boop– to get it back up.

Stupid treadmill.

Also, last night I dreamed the toenail on my left big toe turned black and fell off. Just thought I’d share.

Remember, folks, I’m doing this to fight cancer, so think about donating.