Alas, 'twas not to be, due to aforementioned family problems, which had me driving a long way and getting home late and exhausted on New Year's Eve. So, this morning I hung around home, researched nursing homes online, read blogs, and even the newspaper, and generally did nothing.
Until suddenly, at 3:30 p.m., I decided I absolutely had to run. All my running clothes were at work. So, I hopped in the car and went off to work, changed, and thought I would set my own little PR, all by myself.
Alas, 'twas not to be.
But, due to the miracle of "new" math, plus some entertaining extrapolation, we give you this:
Mile One: 10:42
Mile Two: 10:45
Now close your eyes, and imagine Mile Three and Mile point One:
Pretend Mile 3 (Let's say I got tired): 10:55
Pretend Mile .1: 1:15
Which gives us a total of: (oh, right, like I can do math) roughly 33 minutes and 30 seconds. Something like that.
Yeah me!! You GO imaginary girl setting your imaginary PRs!!!
Now, back in the real world, I ran two good miles, they felt slow, but weren't for me, my ITB hurt like a very bad word that I'm not going to say here because this is a FAMILY blog for God's sake! for mile one and then lessened up for mile two but by then I had run out of time so then I stretched and did some strength work for 15 minutes, plus took a shower AND washed my hair at work, which made me arrive at the 5 p.m. church service at exactly
Resolution Number One (which I will break at the first possible moment): STOP WITH WATCHING THE SPLITS ALREADY! I've, sigh, been advised to do this many times before, and sigh, can't seem to break the habit, but i'm going to try try try to run for a set amount of time and gradually increase that, and as GOD IS MY WITNESS, I will stop obsessing about splits. (OK, I'll try really hard to.)
Resolutions Numbers Two thru Twenty are on their way.
Tomorrow, I head back to Charlottesville for a few days. I'll be missing ya'll.