Born in the Wrong Decade

One of the classes I am taking this quarter is Management of People. One of the first we things we had to do was take a personality test – the Myer Briggs test to be exact. I’ve taken this before but couldn’t quite remember much about it other than that I was introverted (Shocker!).

Halfway through the seventy question test I just wanted to scrawl across the test, “You guessed it! I HATE PEOPLE! Happy Now?” However, the perfectionist in me would never purposely fail at test…even if it is only a personality test.

After I took the test and scored it I found that on the Judging-Perception scale I am very very much on the Judging side. Not judging in the sense that those shoes you’re wearing are hideous…although I am judging in that sense too. But in Myer Briggs test it refers to something completely different. In my case when it comes right down to it it means that I need the next 5 years of my life planned out in excruciating detail. This tendency of mine drives my fiancé mad and he is always telling me I do not need to plan so far ahead and blah blah blah. The point is it’s a big part of my personality and there is NOTHING I can do to change it…or something like that. My personality description also said that I would most likely marry an alcoholic (no joke) so when I informed Chuckles that I was justified in my planning the next ten years of our lives he replied that it was time he started drinking more, which is fine by me as long as he doesn’t lose his job because, apparently, I am also meant to be a housewife. Time to start popping out babies! Screw school!

In other news, I haven't done any running since Tuesday, but I did do yoga on Tuesday and my arms are still sore. I plan on running 4 miles when I get home tonight, which will make for a very long day, but I'm not going to let that stop me.

Trying to be a runner

I’ve been running regularly for over a year now and have seen a lot of improvement in my speed and form and yet I still don’t feel like I belong to the “runner’s club”. I read other running blogs and runners world forums and feel pathetic that I have yet to run even a half-marathon.

Of course, I know this shouldn’t bother me at all because everybody has to start somewhere. Regardless, when I see other runners out on my run I always feel my pace speed up a little as I try to prove myself.

I went on two runs this past weekend in an attempt to burn off the Thanksgiving calories and they were difficult, painful runs. It was quite possibly the amount of booze I drank on Thursday or the biting wind, but by the last mile of my nine mile run on Friday I was barely able to walk.

And (I warn you – this might be TMI) it was also difficult to run because there was a distinct possibility that I might shit my pants. I know I am not the only one that has this problem on long runs and the best advice I have found on runners’ forums is “Run near toilets”. Great. Advice.

Anyway, as I was walking up the hill toward my car a girl was running towards me with a runner’s belt, skinny runner’s body, and judging eyes. Yes, Judging Eyes. Because I was walking. It took all my willpower not to yell, “It’s because I don’t want to shit my pants! Lay Off Lady!” Yeah, take that.