Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Suzannah B. Troy Christine Quinn Slush Shirt Pink NYPD Hat Ran!
Call me the gayest straight woman in NYC -- and my knees are shot to hell -- I had stopped running a year or 2 after Sept. 11 --- but I felt like I was dying.....and I just missed running so much -- it is the most glorious feeling up there a close 2nd or 3rd to great sex -- just love it....I don't even own running sneakers or a running bra.
I figured my Christine Quinn slush gate tank was the closest thing to a running bra.
I turned 50 on Sunday, July 15th. I can't go away on a vacation so I did something I have been dreaming of doing for a long while even if it was in a teeny weeny amount....I did it!
When I did run I loved running in the most extreme conditions possible....I remember running along the East River during a Noreaster and a wood plank fell in front of me from the East River's angry waves....I also knew I would never be the only runner -- always another hardcore die hard runner around.
I felt burning pain in the base of my throat and upper chest and I know it is not my lungs I had them checked out so I know it is the acid reflux stomach acid and my achilles tendons hurt more than my knees because I wasn't wearing cushioned running sneakers but basket ball sneakers but an FDNY fire truck passed me and I find myself smiling and feeling no pain only joy.
I thought of Pat Brown, Bobby Beddia and all my fire buddies and I felt no pain.
My run was short and I wore my Pink NYPD hat I love I got at the NY Police Museum downtown but I had to walk the other half of my small run because my achilles tendons did feel like they would explode.
Still after all these years of not running....of missing running so much -- of a lot of pain -- the brief joy and the FDNY beautiful truck passing me by made my very happy and I feel like I hit my reset button -- I feel in a happier loving place even if it is a short as my first little run on this burning hot day noonish -- great feeling....
Thanks and gratitude... some of the greatest joys aren't for sale they are what they are wonderful beautiful experiences that let you tune in to the love channel.
xoxoxoxox,
Suzannah B. Troy
I figured my Christine Quinn slush gate tank was the closest thing to a running bra.
I turned 50 on Sunday, July 15th. I can't go away on a vacation so I did something I have been dreaming of doing for a long while even if it was in a teeny weeny amount....I did it!
When I did run I loved running in the most extreme conditions possible....I remember running along the East River during a Noreaster and a wood plank fell in front of me from the East River's angry waves....I also knew I would never be the only runner -- always another hardcore die hard runner around.
I felt burning pain in the base of my throat and upper chest and I know it is not my lungs I had them checked out so I know it is the acid reflux stomach acid and my achilles tendons hurt more than my knees because I wasn't wearing cushioned running sneakers but basket ball sneakers but an FDNY fire truck passed me and I find myself smiling and feeling no pain only joy.
I thought of Pat Brown, Bobby Beddia and all my fire buddies and I felt no pain.
My run was short and I wore my Pink NYPD hat I love I got at the NY Police Museum downtown but I had to walk the other half of my small run because my achilles tendons did feel like they would explode.
Still after all these years of not running....of missing running so much -- of a lot of pain -- the brief joy and the FDNY beautiful truck passing me by made my very happy and I feel like I hit my reset button -- I feel in a happier loving place even if it is a short as my first little run on this burning hot day noonish -- great feeling....
Thanks and gratitude... some of the greatest joys aren't for sale they are what they are wonderful beautiful experiences that let you tune in to the love channel.
xoxoxoxox,
Suzannah B. Troy