But before I commence bitching, run over to Little Miss Runner's and tell her WELL DONE on her very first triathlon!
And when you're done there, race over to Little Miss I Run for Hope and congratulate HER on her first 10k!
OK, enough about people skipping merrily around. Let's get back to me.
For four hellish miles I listened to the "Notes on Camp" episode of "This American Life," while endlessly bargaining with myself. You know the drill: "You can quit at 2.5. You've been doing 2.5 all week. OK, just make it to 3. Make it to 3.5. Stop whenever you want."
This running thing? It's not going so well. I'm digging the 2.5 miles every morning, but this long run stuff? Did I ever say I LIKED THIS?!? If I did, I'd like to know what drug I was taking at the time.
I wore my DC Road Runners t-shirt, cuz I like to make people laugh:
I'm the one that's getting used to that view (wait, that doesn't really make any sense, unless you're saying, jeanne, you've got your head up your ... nevermind):
mile 1: 10:46
mile 2: 10:46
mile 3: 11:19
mile 4: 11:31
Yeah, I'm 'sposed to be all happy I did it and I may not be fast, but I'm all persistent and stubborn as all get out and blah blah blah de blah.
Instead, my head hurts. And tomorrow is Monday. And funny, I didn't find the love of my life again this weekend. (He must be out of the country this
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