The weather is finally cooperating long enough for me to take my 5k training outdoors. . . and it’s about time. I really do not appreciate running, so training on a treadmill most of the spring was boring me something fierce.  Of course, now I’m experiencing a whole new level of running without my push button incline and my at-a-whim speed dial (just as everyone said I would).

I’ve chosen a nice route beside the river with minimal obstacles and a wonderful view. The miles are marked on a map and a nice breeze blows in every now and in. So other than the crunch crunch beneath my shoes and avoiding the occasional dog walker or bike rider, I don’t have much about which to worry. Unfortunately, the one thing that keeps me moving has also become my nemesis in a cute mini-sized clip-on package — my ipod.

When I have The Cult’s Fire Woman blaring in my ear, I feel like I was born to run. . . born to run about a hundred feet. So I quickly discovered that something like Hooverphonic’s Renaissance Affair makes for a better long-range pace (although Fire Woman is a lot more fun). I guess music really does move me, but I’m still trying to figure out which speed is best to move me to the finish line.