Monday: 3 miles outside, on trail, in cold early dawn.
Tuesday: Spin
Wednesday: 3 miles on that $#!fickin' frackin' treadmill
Today: 3 miles, outside in the not-all-that cold-midday.
Laugh if you must, but that is my streak. Three runs in one week! And the week isn't over yet. I might just end up with 13 miles in the can. (I vaguely remember the days when I could run 13 miles in one fell swoop. Was that really just five months ago? Sigh.)
I think actually a streak is a continuous spell of exercise. Which by that definition could actually mean one day. OK, a continuous spell of exercising over more than one day. OK, how about running four times in one week (which will happen after Saturday's run)? OK? We clear?
That's my streak. And I'm damn proud of it!
In other news: I've started taking the bus to work. That doesn't sound momentous to many of you I know, but whenever I take the bus, I feel so virtuous. It's hard for me to be without a car because I often have 72 bags of stuff I'm dragging with me (usually running gear, books, papers, lunch, giveaway clothes) but I am trying to arrange it so I take the bus at least four days a week. Besides saving wear and tear on the car, and a little thing I like to call saving mother earth, the other HUGE motivator for me is that I can now read the paper again. If I'm lucky, the bus gets stuck in traffic and I get to read 2-3 stories. It's all good, people!
In other other news: I finally achieved one of my lifetime goals (listed over there on 43 things): To have the Washington Post (the people who brought you Watergate!) print one of my submissions. Don't believe me? Read for yourself! Cross that baby off the goal list!
And saving the best for last:
THIS JUST IN FROM TANZANIA!
CRAIG: 3:59:32
ALISON: 4:01:25
(Geeze Craig, would it have killed you to let her go first? C'mon!)
Congrats to both of you!
(Superman, aka Craig, and not Alison)And that's a wrap people!
