I have a few OCD style tendencies that I’m going to bring out of the closet. I’ve learned that if you bring your oddities to light, you sometimes get lucky and find out that others share them. Sometimes you also learn that you’re alone and should seek counselling.
1) I can’t end my runs on a decimal point. I’m fully aware that garmins are not accurate to the decimal and yet I still insist on doing laps of my driveway until I can get rid of the dumb decimal and get a nice polished mileage at the end of a run. For some reason in races I don’t freak out at the odd finishing numbers. I just blame the course.
2) This number obsession rolls over into food. I get everything in even numbers. I eat everything in even numbers. I like even numbers. Is that odd?
3) When someone tells me not to do something, I’m very likely to get a bit bucky and do that exact thing. All the blogosphere world says “Don’t try anything new on race day! YOU’LL DIE!” Every single race, I’ve attempted to poke these experts by trying new shoes, socks, food, clothes and strategies that I haven’t done in training just to see if I’ll get struck by lightening. So far I’ve gotten a blister and had to poop.
4) I shower before races. This doesn’t make a lot of sense, even to me. Why shower when you’re going to go out and get sweaty and stinky? I have no justification for this at all.
5) I spend the first mile of every run I do repeating “it will feel better if you can get through this mile”
6) I stopped biking outside because I was afraid I’d crash and wouldn’t be able to run anymore. The times I fall running, it doesn’t phase me…it’s part of the sport. What gives?
OK, there you have it. Not horrible perhaps. Maybe I’ll confess deeper, darker secrets later. For now this is what you get.
Do you have anything to add?