I ran my first 60 minutes on Sunday morning with no walking. That's my longest time continuously running, like a bad Broadway musical. How far was that, you ask? Um, could have been one mile for all I know (miles are so last year, people), but I think passing the two mile markers (the ones that I noticed), indicates that it may have at least been four, probably (please, dear God?) closer to five. Not that it matters.
Monday is my recumbant bike-riding day, but I went totally wild and took the day off from training (not, sadly, from work). I went home and got in bed at 7:30 and slept til 7 a.m. (I guess that's the result of running sixty minutes straight, huh? Or watching the Oscars til all hours of the night.)
But whoa, Nellie, back up to Sunday night. Where I wasted way too much time watching said Oscars, which I swore I would never do again, but I got sucked into, and felt like I was in a time warp (thank God for my man Jon, even if he did get skewered for no good reason by Tom "Get a Life" Shales), what with the cheesiest of cheesy production numbers, and then what with giving the wrong person best actor, (yes, Philip whatshisname was great, too), along with the wrong film (yes, "Crash" was great too. Just not as great.) I can't be everywhere at once, you know, telling everyone what to do. It's hard enough giving orders to my friends and family. My beloved "Brokeback" which should have won EVERYTHING, did not get best picture. So that's it: Oscar and I am parting ways.
Later that same night, I think I had what might be euphemistically called a marathon wet dream (can I say that in a family blog?) Oh well. I qualified for the Boston Marathon by running a marathon in 2:30. In. My. Dreams. Literally. So now when I say I could qualify for Boston in my dreams, I'll be telling the truth.
Next up: Monday night, my bed, me in the midst of my 12-hour sleep-a-thon. I dreamt that Number One Daughter had inheirited $189 million. Not $190. Or even $188 mil. (It's times like this I wish I believed in numerology.) I awoke the next morning oh- so-disappointed to find this was only a dream. In my dream I remember thinking: NOD can give away $20 mil and not feel a thing! Also in my dream I remember thinking: I gotta get NOD a financial advisor, pronto. So my happy dream quickly turned into an anxiety one. Isn't that always the way?
Cue Tuesday: Well I slept 12-ish hours so I was kind of wide-eyed awake at 7. I fiddled around with the shuffle until I broke it. Damn. Damn bcs today's schedule called for a 50-minute run. And thanks to most of you and my other running friends, I must have the Shuffle! So I fiddled for another hour until I fixed it, which meant I got to work late, didn't get to run til 1 p.m., and generally did not earn my keep today. But hello! I ran 50 minutes!! With no walking!! I did want to stop about 50,000 times, but I didn't.
It's entirely possible I'm getting this running thing down.
Here's the rest of the week's schedule:
Wed: 45-min run (with some speedwork thrown in, and I use the word loosely);
Thur: 35-min run in the a.m.; 90-min Bikram in the p.m.;
Fri: Strength-class with the ass-slapping Monsieur M.;
Sat.: 3-mile run with running group; capped off by
Sunday: The 10k-turned-8k St. Patrick's Day 10k!!
Hey, you: Wake up.