Oh my, it's been a week, people!
That was some good run on Saturday. May the running gods be with me—with all of us—on the 29th, is all I have to say. Thanks for all your swell good wishes!
I went to a wedding Saturday night, did not need IV fluids after my 22 miles, but stayed up waaay past my bedtime (10 p.m.). Sunday was a bellringing performance (for the kiddie service: low pressure, high props, my kinda gig!); and Sunday nite a little dinner party at my humble cottage. That's a lot of interacting for this introvert.
Monday I ran five miles. I told myself I wouldn't look at the watch, and I didn't. Until the end. When I found out I was kind of slow. I mean really slow. I'm definitely getting slower on these mid-week short runs. Is this normal?
Tuesday: off. And tonight was track. My instructions from the little dictator:
4 x 1600 with 400 recovery. And the little vixen said I should try for a 10:05 pace. My butt! After I whined, she said, ok, try for 10:40, but added that "it's supposed to be hard!"
So tonight went like this:
1st 1600: 12:18 no, that was not a warm up. I was actually trying!
2nd 1600: 9:41
3rd 1600: 10:15
4th 1600: um, nope! it was DARK, for pete's sake. I was done.
In another highlight of the week, after seeing the wedding pictures, I decided I needed a grownup haircut. I'm not sure my beloved hairdresser actually got what I was after, since my hair is now very reminiscent of the young Shirley Temple. Sigh.
And in yet another highlight of the week, Miz Finally Running sent me a lovely—and totally unnecessary (but then, aren't those the best kind?)—thank-you gift: Nora Ephron's I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman.
How does Nora always know exactly what I'm thinking? I can't wait to read this!
But, wait, there's more. Miz Susie had to go and ruin everything by including Dove chocolate-covered almonds with her gift.
Which of course I ate in one sitting at my desk this morning. Now, that was just an evil gift.
In sum, I'm now having to watch another episode of PR (the "reunion special") specifically designed to drag this thing out as long as humanly possible! That, my friends, is just despicable.