Since I know you’re all on the edge of your eats with anticipation, please allow me the opportunity of acquiescing to your desire to know how my running is progressing. It’s an honor. Really.
I’m happy to report this week has seen considerable progress. I managed to crank out my fastest average mile to date, which I fully believe was entirely due to celebrating Christmas in July – runner style!
Then there was that one time, at band camp, (sorry, side trip into American Pie), that I got in my truck and saw the temp in the sun was 122 degrees (WHAT!?!), and decided I’d rather go for a run instead of going to the gym. That was the same day I ran a 3 mile training PR, while looking fabulous in my Minnie Mouse BAMR band, (if I do say so myself), then proceeded to come home, drink three gallons of Orange Mio flavored water, and wasn’t allowed to plop on the couch. Actually I COULDN’T plop on the couch. I kept sliding off.
I’ve still had a few crappy runs – perhaps I should re-evaluate the whole run the dupa off day right after monster leg workout day – but for the most part they have been relatively pain-free (or pain-low), and I do feel as though I’m making slow but definite progress. I’m not sure if I’ll nail that sub 2:00 PR at my favorite half ever, but hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?
So let me know if this has been two minutes of your life that you’ll never get back – kind of like when I watched Gravity this weekend – or if you really have no life and want to know what I’m doing with mine. I promise to keep posting silly pictures of what I think is going on in the Wonder Mutt ‘s head, since she’s probably the most entertaining aspect of my little corner of literary brain vomit anyway.
Enjoy the ride.
What’s the next big race you’re training for? How’s it going? Are you allowed to sit on the furniture when you look like a walking blob of Jell-O?