Oh, yeah, that.... the race report. Y'know what? I'm flying solo right now, because Hub had to go to NYC for work. They closed the main office of his company, leaving only the Spanish-language branch in Dallas open. That cannot be a good sign. And, I'm also dealing with homework crap from the oldest child again. Damn, I thought we were done dealing with that BS last year, but apparently not. What I really want to do is to polish off the left-over birthday cake, but I know that won't do me any good. So I'm going to go to bed. Maybe I'll get back to the disaster race report later. But I know I can't relive that now. Sorry.
Edited to add:
BTW -- I did get on the TM for 2 miles at 12:00/mile today. I didn't want to, but I did. I do have another race in 6 weeks, after all. And it's not like I really "ran" 26.2 on Sunday anyway.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Done
5:45ish clock time.
I nearly quit twice.
It was hot. There were hills. And a massive, giant WALL.
But I finished. More details later. For now, the couch and a semi-coma call.
I nearly quit twice.
It was hot. There were hills. And a massive, giant WALL.
But I finished. More details later. For now, the couch and a semi-coma call.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Holeeee Crap!
It's freakin' HOT outside right now. Weather.com says 68 degrees; I call BS and call it at least 70. And it's supposed to be like this tomorrow, just a little hotter: forecast high of 82 tomorrow. Dang. I'm going to die out there. I'll be running as fast as I can just to get out of the freakin' sun.
Oh, and for my birthday, I also got a raging allergy flare-up and sinus congestion headache. I currently can't breathe through my nose, hear a danged thing, or keep my eyes open. pffffbt.
Oh, and for my birthday, I also got a raging allergy flare-up and sinus congestion headache. I currently can't breathe through my nose, hear a danged thing, or keep my eyes open. pffffbt.
Friday, October 27, 2006
On this day...
37 years ago today, I was born in about 2 hours from first contraction to first breath. I was an easy birth, apparently, but made up for it by refusing to sleep during night-time hours. For the first year. heh.
On my third birthday, I believe, I got a little red Curious George for my birthday. I carried that thing around for a long while, until he was ripped and faded and pretty much loved to death. I have always been a Curious George fan, well before this recent spate of Georgeism spawned by the new movie (which I loved, BTW, and the soundtrack for which TDP DinoBoy and I procured this afternoon).
On my sixth birthday, I had the first party I remember at my house -- my brother, sister, me, and the family down the block. That was it. One present between them. I have a photo of me in my beige/guacamole green gaucho suit, blowing out the candles on my Mickey Mouse birthday cake. Not that I'm bitter about it or anything, but it was always rainy and cold on my birthday, and we could never have the big ol' parties with the outdoor barbecues like my sister (May birthday -- we have photos of her behind two 8-foot tables covered in presents!) and brother (August -- no school, but his whole BASEBALL team came). I always swore I'd never have a kid in October becuase the parties suck -- people always try to foist an orange and black cake on you, or pumpkin-shaped cookies. And everyone wants to wear costumes.
On my tenth birthday, I was told that I had to wear glasses. And that if I wore them every day, I'd be able to go without them when I turned 13.
On my 13th birthday, I still needed the damn glasses. Still do.
On my 16th birthday, my two best friends took me out to a grown-up dinner (with no other adults) and then we saw Stephen King's Silver Bullet at the movies. It was a fabulous adult evening.
On my 17th birthday, the New York Mets clinched the '86 Series, two days after Game 6.
On my 18th birthday, my eventual husband feted me with a fancy dinner out (meaning not the dormitory cafeteria) and tickets to the upcoming U2 Joshua Tree concert. I still have the t-shirt.
On my 23rd birthday, a student in the TV production class I was TA for had an epileptic seizure while at the mixing board. We called the ambulance, and after they took him to the hospital to check him out, I made the rest of the class resume the lab exercise. They hated me, and I'm sure they thought I was a stone-cold-hearted bitch, but I had to show them that if that were to ever happen in real life, they needed to suck it up and finish the show or have dead air. When my eventual husband came to pick me up for dinner, I had a complete breakdown.
Two weeks before my 24th birthday, my eventual husband brought me an engagement ring and asked me to share the rest of my life with him. He was going to wait until my actual birthday, but we'd been to his best friend's wedding on the 1st of the month and he couldn't wait any longer.
On my 25th birthday, the two of us sat in the ob-gyn's office and listened to the heartbeat of my first-born son.
On my 31st birthday, I checked into the hospital at 5:30 am. Five hours later (I'd had to wait while the doctors took care of an emergency case), I met my beautiful curly-haired boy for the first time. He wasn't pinking up right away, so they took him to the NICU and gave him supplemental oxygen. He weighed 9 pounds, 4 ounces, and was by far the largest baby there. Later that afternoon, they brought him to me and I finally got to hold him.
On my 35th birthday, I was in the midst of training for my first marathon. Hub had to work late that night, and I spent the evening watching the Boston Red Sox break the curse, taking the Series in four games under a full harvest moon in total eclipse. Johnny Damon led off with a home run. Four days later, on my first 18-miler ever, I fell and broke my front tooth in half. I blame it on the eclipse.
On my 36th birthday, I was preparing to fly to Washington, DC for the Marine Corps Marathon.
Today, I slept late (or what counts as late in this house, which is to say 6:15), then took my six-year-old birthday boy to the doctor for his well-child visit. No shots needed this year, which was a welcome relief to both of us. Then, we went to school for parent-teacher conferences. Both children were confirmed wicked-smart by their respective teachers. Of course, they're my kids, so I always thought that, but having it verified by third parties was a pretty good present. Although, we did find out that the Elder Child is turning things in late again; even with incomplete assignments the turkey still made the honor roll. The little one has a hard time sitting still, and has an off-the-chart imagination, apparently. Good news (except for the incompletes, but we made progress from last year) all the way around.
Later, we had lunch and then saw Open Season in 3D. Hub was anxious to give me my presents, so I got a new Longhorn visor for the race on Sunday, along with some nifty longhorn logo sneakers, last night. Today, he surprised me again with a dozen red roses. Not a bad birthday at all. In fact, it was pretty dang great.
Tomorrow, the celebration weekend continues with DinoBoy's party at the bounce house place. We've invited all of the kindergarten kids, and about 1/3 will actually be there. No dinky parties for this October baby! Not that I'm bitter or anything!
If I don't get a chance to get online tomorrow, the next time I'll check in is post-race on Sunday night. They've adjusted the weather forecast, and it's now supposed to hit 80 by mid-afternoon. I guess I'd best be done by then, huh?! Eeeeeep!
On my third birthday, I believe, I got a little red Curious George for my birthday. I carried that thing around for a long while, until he was ripped and faded and pretty much loved to death. I have always been a Curious George fan, well before this recent spate of Georgeism spawned by the new movie (which I loved, BTW, and the soundtrack for which TDP DinoBoy and I procured this afternoon).
On my sixth birthday, I had the first party I remember at my house -- my brother, sister, me, and the family down the block. That was it. One present between them. I have a photo of me in my beige/guacamole green gaucho suit, blowing out the candles on my Mickey Mouse birthday cake. Not that I'm bitter about it or anything, but it was always rainy and cold on my birthday, and we could never have the big ol' parties with the outdoor barbecues like my sister (May birthday -- we have photos of her behind two 8-foot tables covered in presents!) and brother (August -- no school, but his whole BASEBALL team came). I always swore I'd never have a kid in October becuase the parties suck -- people always try to foist an orange and black cake on you, or pumpkin-shaped cookies. And everyone wants to wear costumes.
On my tenth birthday, I was told that I had to wear glasses. And that if I wore them every day, I'd be able to go without them when I turned 13.
On my 13th birthday, I still needed the damn glasses. Still do.
On my 16th birthday, my two best friends took me out to a grown-up dinner (with no other adults) and then we saw Stephen King's Silver Bullet at the movies. It was a fabulous adult evening.
On my 17th birthday, the New York Mets clinched the '86 Series, two days after Game 6.
On my 18th birthday, my eventual husband feted me with a fancy dinner out (meaning not the dormitory cafeteria) and tickets to the upcoming U2 Joshua Tree concert. I still have the t-shirt.
On my 23rd birthday, a student in the TV production class I was TA for had an epileptic seizure while at the mixing board. We called the ambulance, and after they took him to the hospital to check him out, I made the rest of the class resume the lab exercise. They hated me, and I'm sure they thought I was a stone-cold-hearted bitch, but I had to show them that if that were to ever happen in real life, they needed to suck it up and finish the show or have dead air. When my eventual husband came to pick me up for dinner, I had a complete breakdown.
Two weeks before my 24th birthday, my eventual husband brought me an engagement ring and asked me to share the rest of my life with him. He was going to wait until my actual birthday, but we'd been to his best friend's wedding on the 1st of the month and he couldn't wait any longer.
On my 25th birthday, the two of us sat in the ob-gyn's office and listened to the heartbeat of my first-born son.
On my 31st birthday, I checked into the hospital at 5:30 am. Five hours later (I'd had to wait while the doctors took care of an emergency case), I met my beautiful curly-haired boy for the first time. He wasn't pinking up right away, so they took him to the NICU and gave him supplemental oxygen. He weighed 9 pounds, 4 ounces, and was by far the largest baby there. Later that afternoon, they brought him to me and I finally got to hold him.
On my 35th birthday, I was in the midst of training for my first marathon. Hub had to work late that night, and I spent the evening watching the Boston Red Sox break the curse, taking the Series in four games under a full harvest moon in total eclipse. Johnny Damon led off with a home run. Four days later, on my first 18-miler ever, I fell and broke my front tooth in half. I blame it on the eclipse.
On my 36th birthday, I was preparing to fly to Washington, DC for the Marine Corps Marathon.
Today, I slept late (or what counts as late in this house, which is to say 6:15), then took my six-year-old birthday boy to the doctor for his well-child visit. No shots needed this year, which was a welcome relief to both of us. Then, we went to school for parent-teacher conferences. Both children were confirmed wicked-smart by their respective teachers. Of course, they're my kids, so I always thought that, but having it verified by third parties was a pretty good present. Although, we did find out that the Elder Child is turning things in late again; even with incomplete assignments the turkey still made the honor roll. The little one has a hard time sitting still, and has an off-the-chart imagination, apparently. Good news (except for the incompletes, but we made progress from last year) all the way around.
Later, we had lunch and then saw Open Season in 3D. Hub was anxious to give me my presents, so I got a new Longhorn visor for the race on Sunday, along with some nifty longhorn logo sneakers, last night. Today, he surprised me again with a dozen red roses. Not a bad birthday at all. In fact, it was pretty dang great.
Tomorrow, the celebration weekend continues with DinoBoy's party at the bounce house place. We've invited all of the kindergarten kids, and about 1/3 will actually be there. No dinky parties for this October baby! Not that I'm bitter or anything!
If I don't get a chance to get online tomorrow, the next time I'll check in is post-race on Sunday night. They've adjusted the weather forecast, and it's now supposed to hit 80 by mid-afternoon. I guess I'd best be done by then, huh?! Eeeeeep!
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Call the POH-LEECE! (and Goals!)
somebody, quick! That girl is speeding! NOT....
Rather, someone should call me in on charges of impersonating a runner. sheesh. I did manage to get meself up out of bed this morning, and out into the chilly air (long pants and a long-sleeved tee required, thank you!). But, dang, as "fast" as I was on Sunday afternoon (at least for me), well, that's how SLOW I was this morning. Check out these blazing splits:
Mile 1 -- 11:25
Mile 2 -- 11:02
Mile 3 -- 10:52
So, yeah, I was anything but speedy today. And I felt fine. I just wasn't going fast. So any delusions of grandeur I was entertaining about possibly hitting 5:00:00 on Sunday just went "POOF" into thin, cold air. Bah.
OK, it's time to put the goals down in writing and out in the ether outside my head. I've really not thought about these too much (honest!). There's lots of reasons for that -- the biggest contributor is really that for the first part of this year I was so out of my groove because of work and stress and work. Putting on 15 pounds over my White Rock starting-line weight really played a number on me physically, but mostly mentally. I'm down from my mid-summer highest weight and have regained most of my fitness, but I've still not been able to shake the last 6-7 pounds to get back where I was when I toed the starting line in early December. We're not even going to talk about MCM, because that will just make me sad, to realize that I've slipped so much from a point where I was really at my leanest and meanest. But I'm as ready as I'm going to be, so we'll make the most of it.
I'm just glad that I was able to get back on board with the training and get the mileage in to be able to make it to the next race. Actually, I was reviewing my logs for this training cycle (after a comment I posted on Ben's site made me realize that I'm a bit OCD about them...), and I counted up the weeks, and I've put in just a bit more than 600 miles since May 1. That's about 100 miles a month, which is not particularly high, but I've been fairly consistent at least in that i've not gone more than 2 days in a rows without running some amount. I've certainly not been on the every day streak that I was before leaving for Disney last summer (again, leanest and meanest), but I've certainly not been slacking as much as I thought I was.
I've gotten slower this year, probably by about 5 percent, which is to be expected somewhat since I'm carrying about about 5 percent more weight than I was last year. But my 20-mile time this year was promising, as was my condition at the end of that sucker. So, all this blather and nonsense is just a long-winded way to say:
Dream Goal: 5:00 -- scientifically and mathematically possible if I maintain a bit faster than my 20-miler pace throughout; would be a PR by 25 minutes. So NOT going to happen, but if it did, I'd be doing a happy dance all the rest of the day/week/year.
Realistic Goal: 5:24 -- last year's White Rock chip time was 5:25; I'll take anything less as a PR; would need to maintain a pace of 12:20/mile, including walk breaks.
Bare Minimum Goal: 5:33 -- that's a 12:42/mile pace. I should be able to do that unless my feet fall off. Any slower and it would be my slowest 'thon to date.
I clocked a 5:33 at MCM, but that's because I was being all tourista during the race and snapping pix, enjoying the spectacle. Not that I won't enjoy the race and the scenery this weekend, but I dont' think Waco, Texas has as much to gawk at as Washington, DC.
so there. This post is subject to vaporize and self-destruct at any time if I come to my senses.
Rather, someone should call me in on charges of impersonating a runner. sheesh. I did manage to get meself up out of bed this morning, and out into the chilly air (long pants and a long-sleeved tee required, thank you!). But, dang, as "fast" as I was on Sunday afternoon (at least for me), well, that's how SLOW I was this morning. Check out these blazing splits:
Mile 1 -- 11:25
Mile 2 -- 11:02
Mile 3 -- 10:52
So, yeah, I was anything but speedy today. And I felt fine. I just wasn't going fast. So any delusions of grandeur I was entertaining about possibly hitting 5:00:00 on Sunday just went "POOF" into thin, cold air. Bah.
OK, it's time to put the goals down in writing and out in the ether outside my head. I've really not thought about these too much (honest!). There's lots of reasons for that -- the biggest contributor is really that for the first part of this year I was so out of my groove because of work and stress and work. Putting on 15 pounds over my White Rock starting-line weight really played a number on me physically, but mostly mentally. I'm down from my mid-summer highest weight and have regained most of my fitness, but I've still not been able to shake the last 6-7 pounds to get back where I was when I toed the starting line in early December. We're not even going to talk about MCM, because that will just make me sad, to realize that I've slipped so much from a point where I was really at my leanest and meanest. But I'm as ready as I'm going to be, so we'll make the most of it.
I'm just glad that I was able to get back on board with the training and get the mileage in to be able to make it to the next race. Actually, I was reviewing my logs for this training cycle (after a comment I posted on Ben's site made me realize that I'm a bit OCD about them...), and I counted up the weeks, and I've put in just a bit more than 600 miles since May 1. That's about 100 miles a month, which is not particularly high, but I've been fairly consistent at least in that i've not gone more than 2 days in a rows without running some amount. I've certainly not been on the every day streak that I was before leaving for Disney last summer (again, leanest and meanest), but I've certainly not been slacking as much as I thought I was.
I've gotten slower this year, probably by about 5 percent, which is to be expected somewhat since I'm carrying about about 5 percent more weight than I was last year. But my 20-mile time this year was promising, as was my condition at the end of that sucker. So, all this blather and nonsense is just a long-winded way to say:
Dream Goal: 5:00 -- scientifically and mathematically possible if I maintain a bit faster than my 20-miler pace throughout; would be a PR by 25 minutes. So NOT going to happen, but if it did, I'd be doing a happy dance all the rest of the day/week/year.
Realistic Goal: 5:24 -- last year's White Rock chip time was 5:25; I'll take anything less as a PR; would need to maintain a pace of 12:20/mile, including walk breaks.
Bare Minimum Goal: 5:33 -- that's a 12:42/mile pace. I should be able to do that unless my feet fall off. Any slower and it would be my slowest 'thon to date.
I clocked a 5:33 at MCM, but that's because I was being all tourista during the race and snapping pix, enjoying the spectacle. Not that I won't enjoy the race and the scenery this weekend, but I dont' think Waco, Texas has as much to gawk at as Washington, DC.
so there. This post is subject to vaporize and self-destruct at any time if I come to my senses.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
I found it!
I've been searching for years for this -- i thought I was hallucinating it. I could never find it because who remembers something called The Geefle and the Gonk??
Still looking for the cooperation one about the potato salad and the picnic with the King. "You got it, King!"
Still looking for the cooperation one about the potato salad and the picnic with the King. "You got it, King!"
last long run done
by this time next week, I should hopefully be done or nearly done with the Miracle Match marathon. Today, I just now finished an 8-miler. Outside. At noonish. Do you have any idea how odd it is for me to run outside in the middle of the day? It just doesn't happen around here.
We went out last night to a comedy show in GP, and since we weren't out as late as we thought we'd be, we ended up bringing the boys home instead of leaving them overnight at Grandma's. By the time I put TDP DinoBoy to bed, switched out laundry so Elder Child would have clean hockey stuff for today, and getting ready for bed, it was closer to 11:00 than I'd hoped for. when the alarm went off at 5:30 this morning, I snoozed until nearly 6:30 before I just gave in and determined that an early morning run outside was not going to happen. Plus, I could hear the wind chimes outside the back door, and that is never a good sign.
So I had figured I could put a movie in for TDP DinoBoy and I would force myself to pound out the mileage on the treadmill while the others were at hockey. I wasn't looking forward to it, but i knew I had to get it done. When Hub came home from church at 10:30ish, he said that while it was a bit chilly out (we're in Texas -- 60 is downright frigid for us!), it was actually not too windy (BTW, that was a LIE -- winds were out of the north at ~11 mph -- felt stronger than that when you're running into it). So I laced up and headed out.
I dressed in shorts and my favorite long-sleeved tech shirt --it's the one I've worn in two of my three marathons, and will likely wear again next week -- and took my favorite route to the big park. It's three miles there, then a mile+ around the path. From there, i can take a couple of different ways home and I'm guaranteed to not fall short on the mileage. I'm not sure if it's the weather, or the extra rest I'm getting from the taper, but I astounded myself with my splits:
Mile 1 -- 10:07
Mile 2 -- 10:02
Mile 3 -- 9:56
Mile 4 -- 9:53
Mile 5 -- 9:55
Mile 6 -- 10:36
Mile 7 --10:16
Mile 8 -- 10:01
So, although I didn't have negative splits, I was very, very pleased with the speed today, both the fact that I started out faster than normal and finished strongly. No pain in the bottom of my foot like I've had here and there lately, and no knee or ankle issues. So now it's time to eat, hydrate and rest. And try to keep the taperitis to a minimum this week.
We went out last night to a comedy show in GP, and since we weren't out as late as we thought we'd be, we ended up bringing the boys home instead of leaving them overnight at Grandma's. By the time I put TDP DinoBoy to bed, switched out laundry so Elder Child would have clean hockey stuff for today, and getting ready for bed, it was closer to 11:00 than I'd hoped for. when the alarm went off at 5:30 this morning, I snoozed until nearly 6:30 before I just gave in and determined that an early morning run outside was not going to happen. Plus, I could hear the wind chimes outside the back door, and that is never a good sign.
So I had figured I could put a movie in for TDP DinoBoy and I would force myself to pound out the mileage on the treadmill while the others were at hockey. I wasn't looking forward to it, but i knew I had to get it done. When Hub came home from church at 10:30ish, he said that while it was a bit chilly out (we're in Texas -- 60 is downright frigid for us!), it was actually not too windy (BTW, that was a LIE -- winds were out of the north at ~11 mph -- felt stronger than that when you're running into it). So I laced up and headed out.
I dressed in shorts and my favorite long-sleeved tech shirt --it's the one I've worn in two of my three marathons, and will likely wear again next week -- and took my favorite route to the big park. It's three miles there, then a mile+ around the path. From there, i can take a couple of different ways home and I'm guaranteed to not fall short on the mileage. I'm not sure if it's the weather, or the extra rest I'm getting from the taper, but I astounded myself with my splits:
Mile 1 -- 10:07
Mile 2 -- 10:02
Mile 3 -- 9:56
Mile 4 -- 9:53
Mile 5 -- 9:55
Mile 6 -- 10:36
Mile 7 --10:16
Mile 8 -- 10:01
So, although I didn't have negative splits, I was very, very pleased with the speed today, both the fact that I started out faster than normal and finished strongly. No pain in the bottom of my foot like I've had here and there lately, and no knee or ankle issues. So now it's time to eat, hydrate and rest. And try to keep the taperitis to a minimum this week.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Yes, I know
that 10-day forecasts are worth about as much as last night's non-winning lottery tickets, but I can't help it! Especially when it's like this:
WOOT!!
SundayOct 29 |  ClearHi: 67° Lo: 44° | Sunny skies. High 67F and low 44F. | 35% |
WOOT!!
Friday, October 20, 2006
where did the week go?
hmm, between hearing some not-great news on something that I'd been led to believe was a sure thing job-wise and having the Elder Child suspended from school for defending himself against the class bully again, I've had a less than fabulous week. harumph. But, I have to keep reminding myself that things may not be what we want them to be, but that eventually, we look back and are understanding of the hardships we face, for they shape us into what we ultimately become. So I've been bummed and down in the dumps, but in the end, I've still got a really good deal going on here. I'm just frustrated because I see all kinds of things in the future that I'd love to do, and they not so much hinge on these changes, but having some stability and choice would help them come to fruition much sooner.
Could I be any more vague? I'm just rambling now, but I guess that's what happens when you start to get older. Oh, yeah, that -- my birthday is now a week away. And facing another year on the calendar seems to send me into introspective mode. I feel like my time to make changes is running out, because time slips away all too quickly, and life is too short to be unhappy or even mildly unsatisfied. You know, I feel like if something isn't like I want, then I need to do whatever it takes to make it right. But that's easier said than done sometimes. I'm not sure that I ever had any grand plan for my life, but now that I'm officially closer to 40 than to 30 (um, yeah, that happened last year, BTW), I feel like I was late to the race and have a lot to catch up on.
Ugh. I guess I should go clean up and try to relax for a while before I collapse into bed. Hub took Elder Child to hockey practice -- he was cleared for contact again, so I'm hoping he makes it off the ice in one piece. They should have wrapped up by now, and I'm trying not to read anythign into the fact that I haven't heard from them yet.
I just finished the last of my weekday runs -- 6 miles in heavy end-of-rush-hour traffic. I used to hate running in the evenings, I actually kind of still do, but the weather is pretty nice now right when I get home from work, and it beats having to drag my arse out of bed at o-dark-thirty. Plus on Fridays, I know The Dread Pirate DinoBoy is happily ensconsed at Grandma's watching Scooby Doo DVDs while Elder Child and Hub are at hockey, so nobody misses me much. I can take my time and mosey around afterward. Like I'm doing now.
I finally registered online for the marathon this week, so I'm really going to do this thing next Sunday. I have one more 3-miler tomorrow, 8 on Sunday morning, then 3-4-2 in the middle of next week. And then showtime, ready or not. Gotsa run. If I get a chance this weekend I'll post my goals like the Nancinator. I'm not sure that I'm brave enough to let them out of my head and put them down --- that makes them real.
Could I be any more vague? I'm just rambling now, but I guess that's what happens when you start to get older. Oh, yeah, that -- my birthday is now a week away. And facing another year on the calendar seems to send me into introspective mode. I feel like my time to make changes is running out, because time slips away all too quickly, and life is too short to be unhappy or even mildly unsatisfied. You know, I feel like if something isn't like I want, then I need to do whatever it takes to make it right. But that's easier said than done sometimes. I'm not sure that I ever had any grand plan for my life, but now that I'm officially closer to 40 than to 30 (um, yeah, that happened last year, BTW), I feel like I was late to the race and have a lot to catch up on.
Ugh. I guess I should go clean up and try to relax for a while before I collapse into bed. Hub took Elder Child to hockey practice -- he was cleared for contact again, so I'm hoping he makes it off the ice in one piece. They should have wrapped up by now, and I'm trying not to read anythign into the fact that I haven't heard from them yet.
I just finished the last of my weekday runs -- 6 miles in heavy end-of-rush-hour traffic. I used to hate running in the evenings, I actually kind of still do, but the weather is pretty nice now right when I get home from work, and it beats having to drag my arse out of bed at o-dark-thirty. Plus on Fridays, I know The Dread Pirate DinoBoy is happily ensconsed at Grandma's watching Scooby Doo DVDs while Elder Child and Hub are at hockey, so nobody misses me much. I can take my time and mosey around afterward. Like I'm doing now.
I finally registered online for the marathon this week, so I'm really going to do this thing next Sunday. I have one more 3-miler tomorrow, 8 on Sunday morning, then 3-4-2 in the middle of next week. And then showtime, ready or not. Gotsa run. If I get a chance this weekend I'll post my goals like the Nancinator. I'm not sure that I'm brave enough to let them out of my head and put them down --- that makes them real.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Tuesday run
Um, hi, Autumn? It's me, Skatemom. Where the hell are you?! It's still freakin' hot here. Yes, I know it's Texas, and that's what I signed up for, but still. I shouldn't lose two pounds of water weight on a 4-mile run. I shouldn't still be sweating twenty minutes after my shower. My kid shouldn't have to wear shorts and t-shirt just so he doesn't die of heat frustration picking a pumpkin on his field trip in mid-October. bleagh.
So, yeah, I did four miles this morning. Not speedy, but not dreadfully slow. Splits were negative and are here:
Mile 1 -- 10:43
Mile 2 -- 10:23
Mile 3 -- 10:25
Mile 4 -- 10:24
So it was a good run, even though I was all knotted up, and still kind of am. I'm hoping the weather breaks before next Sunday, or I'm going to be very mad. And hot. bleagh.
So, yeah, I did four miles this morning. Not speedy, but not dreadfully slow. Splits were negative and are here:
Mile 1 -- 10:43
Mile 2 -- 10:23
Mile 3 -- 10:25
Mile 4 -- 10:24
So it was a good run, even though I was all knotted up, and still kind of am. I'm hoping the weather breaks before next Sunday, or I'm going to be very mad. And hot. bleagh.
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