There's no arguing with me though. Really. I've tried.
I even decided to run over to the local track INSTEAD OF DRIVING as I usually would have (way back in the day, when I used to actually do track workouts). I got there, all ready to roll, and discovered this:
Yeah, track all gone. Being rebuilt. But, I'm nothing if not flexible. I decided to just run my 400 time, x 4, and walk 2 minutes in between. Does this make sense? Whatever! I ran 2:21s (according to McMillan, my 400 speed workout goal), and for all I know, the distance each time was 100.
Let's just call it intervals and be done with it.
The TourI love watching the Tour. I've tried to understand it, but it's pretty hopeless. Basically it's hot boys in spandex going fast. And, let's face it, we all watch it for the crashes. (Just kidding! Hold the hate mail!) And, could someone PLEASE tell the announcers that it's not the Tour DEEEEE france??? Sheesh.
The GameThis guy was still hanging around D.C., so I dragged him to my first Nationals Game (actually, he treated me, but you probably guessed that). I must say, that if you can get past the blaring, blasting, ear-splitting music, idiotic announcing of word games and contests, and advertisements, you have a decent chance of watching a ballgame at this park. God almighty, has this country completely lost its mind? Are we totally incapable of even the SEMBLENCE of silence??? Everyone knows that the ONLY music allowed at a ballpark is ORGAN MUSIC. I was so tired I had to leave my escort halfway through (although I still say the Nationals could have pulled it out!) so that I could make it to bed by 10 p.m. I am a laugh riot to hang with these days.
A CouchNumber One Daughter is basically renovating our apartment single-handedly. She really needs to be an interior designer. Last Saturday she bought us a new (used) Crate and Barrel couch from Craigslist! Here's the before photo:
A Goodwill store threw up
I'm too tired to take the after photo now. (Tired? Or Lazy? You choose!) But you'll be amazed.
Next Up!Tomorrow is a three-hour ride, followed on Sunday by a "training tri." I hope we get to wear water wings, flippers, training wheels, and ... well, what would constitute a training aid for running? How about someone CARRYING ME??
(I've heard, but I can't swear to it, that tri training can make a girl CRANKY.)