Yesterday was the first meeting of my running group's (I have a running group, people!), the D.C. Road Runners, 10K training program, which aims to prepare folks for the May 14 Mother's Day 10k. Too bad my 10K is March 12. (And really, horribly too bad that my first 10 miler is April 1.)
We met at 8 a.m. at a local YMCA, milled around for 40 minutes or so, met the coaches outside in the freezing cold parking lot, who quickly outlined the schedule (something was mentioned about mid-week track and/or hill workouts but somehow I got distracted during that part). Bex is one of the coaches, but alas, not mine, at least not for this official program. We divided into groups (my coach had a conflict, so my group had a stand-in), did a 30-minute run on the somewhat extremely hilly Custis trail, which is where the Mother's Day 10K will be held. (I love the Web site's description: "you can expect a few moderate climbs and winding turns over the trail's four mile length." Hell's bells, I'll say!) But, I ran all the hills. Yay me.
I'm excited about training with a group again. Plus, the YMCA is allowing us the use of its showers and sauna. Oh yes. Which was great for me, because not only did I use the shower afterwards since I had to head for Charlottesville, but also the entrance to the highway is 1) near the YMCA, and 2) right across from a Starbucks! Oh, the stars were aligned.
In other news, I completed weeks one and two of the Kill Jeanne With Training Program, courtesy Bex. Today I was supposed to run only 45 minutes, but I went crazy and ran 50 minutes. In 20 degree something. With the sun sinking. Felt all runner-ly.
Finally, I must say, I am quite dismayed that only Thomas [and Jack and all his colleagues!] had the good taste to want to see a Mini, on fire, ski-jumping. Quite. Dismayed. After All I Do For You.