Saturday night at 10 PM, what were you doing? I was walking down my street, stomping actually, steam coming out of my ears. At some point I thought to myself, should I be out here at this hour by myself. My neighborhood feels safe, I did research before buying our house and it is statistically safe, but still I felt a bit exposed, alone in the dark. I decided to stay close to my house and just walk up and down my street. Since I was already out there, I remember my training for the 10 K and decided to try the first run/walk bit.
At 10 PM the temperature and humidity were better, not ideal but manageable. I had covered myself in bug spray just in case and all my anger gave me a bonus amount of energy. I was off and ready to knock out the first bit of running in my training schedule. However, as I turned around at the end of the block, jogged up toward my house and then past my house, there sitting on the porch were neighbors. I was mortifed. I haven't had the chance to meet these neighbors yet, imagine me slowly jogging up and down my street to an audience. I went back into the house and took a shower. Jeff made comments, "that was quick". He thinks his comments are helpful. They are not. He imagines himself my trainer, he is not.
The next day I decided to continue my training in the house, with the AC and no spectators. What a big baby, but the important thing to me is that I accomplished something.
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Until I look good, I don't want anyone watching me, either.
In that heat and humidity, staying indoors is advisable, audience or no.
On the treadmill in my air-conditioned basement all the way. I don't like an audience either.
I can understand your "mortification" (is that a word?), but often your neighbours or others aren't paying as half attention to you as you think they might be.
You wouldn't worry so much about what other people think if you knew how seldom they think of you. Or something like that that Dr. Phil says. Your neighbors were probably thinking how they should be out there walking too instead of sitting on their butts on the porch.
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