I know I owe you all a love-life update but I ran outta time, so it will just have to wait! (And that sentence right there could quite possibly completely substitute for the update.)
After an action-packed week of the Boston Marathon (spectating, not running, for you new people out there), a fantastic 20-mile bike ride, and the Pike's Peek 10K...I'm a lost soul.
My beloved Speed Development Program held its awards banquet on Tuesday, and I was sad. I was sad because I didn't win a damn thing! To get a certificate suitable for framing you had to have decreased your pace at the Pike's Peek 10k by one minute over (under?) the pace group you were assigned to in January 2009.
I was in the 10:30 pace group.
My Pike's Peek pace: 10:38.
It sorta kinda looks like I increased my pace by :08. Which is totally a lie. Even if technically true.
I really thought I was going to get the Spirit Award! Or the Showing Up Award! The Bravest??
I'm not bitter.
(I'm so bitter.)
I have no other road races planned. Just Nation's Oly tri in September, another Oly in August and a sprint in June.
So tonight I started toying with the idea of marathon training. It's just a phase, I think. I don't actually want to run another marathon, silly. Do I??
Meanwhile: Here's a good story. I only managed to get one swim in while in Boston last week, and man, was I fast!!! I finished 1500 yards in 30 minutes. Holy crap! Except...um...wait...a...minute.
As I climbed out of the pool, impressed with my prowess, I took a look back, squinting through my odd prescription goggles. And then took another look at my time. And then? I decided to ask the lifeguard that fatal question: Err, how long is this pool?
Answer: 20 yards.
As in: Not 25 yards.
As in 100 ≠ 4 laps.
As in 4 laps = 80.
And: I seem to have lost a bra somewhere between D.C. and Boston. No kidding. Not a regular one either. A specially-fitted one that cost a chunk of change!
I should have sewn my address into the label.