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April 08, 2006
What a Long Day
Here it is, 7:30 on a Saturday evening and all I want to do is curl up on the couch and read a book, or maybe watch a movie. This is the first time today that I've really had any time to myself to simply decompress. It might be nice to go out and spend some time with people my own age, but right now that just does not sound like fun. I'm often referred to as the "fun killer" since I need to go home early to go to bed because I get so tired so early.
Yesterday was a horrendous day at work where absolutely nothing went the way it was supposed to go. My massage was a highlight of the day, although it was pretty clear that I have not been rubbed out for over a month. My massages are usually uncomfortable, but not painful anymore. The first one with this massage therapist was definitely painful, but by having regular appointments, my body is never that tight anymore. As soon as she started, she commented on how tight my legs were. It never got any better. I made sure to drink tons of water and then took a walk later on the day to flush all of that junk out. I drank so much that I swear that when I went to pee in the middle of the night I fell asleep on the toilet! That just goes to show how tired I was and how much I drank.
The weather this morning was a concern for running. It was supposed to be one of those days when it is warmer in the morning and the temperature drops over the course of the day. There was also supposed to be significant rainfall during the day. I have to agree with Beth, that it would be nice to have one kind of weather, not warm one day and cold the next. So, when I woke up it was in the 60s with a huge green area showing just to the west on the radar. When I went out to the car, it was rather warm, but I had on long sleeves just in case. I also threw on a baseball cap even though it was just drizzly.
The agenda for my long run today was to do an easy 12 to 13 miles, then go on the track and do a 2 mile push. It wasn't supposed to be all out race pace, but it was supposed to be enough to make myself uncomfortable. Finally, a short warm down, like half a mile. I ended up running with K, we did a loop that is about 13 miles. We did stay pretty relaxed on the loop. It was hard to stay so relaxed towards the end, since the natural inclination is to finish faster and stronger. I had to keep reminding K to stop picking up the pace, although the mile I timed at the end was a 7:10. When I got back, I grabbed a sip of water and then headed over to the track. It had started to rain about halfway through the run and had gotten steadily heavier to the point of being a pretty heavy rain by the time we finished.
On the track, I took off my long sleeves even though I was kind of cold. I was so wet and the shirt was heavy. My main desire was to change my socks because they were soaking. I started my push, but after about 2 and a half laps, I knew that it wasn't going well and I was grumpy. I knew that I was going to be frustrated and unhappy. There really wasn't enough motivation to do it on the track, so I put my wet shirt back on and went out on the road. Initially, I was going to just run until two hours, but once I got out on the road, I felt pretty good. I ended up doing a two mile loop at a good clip, well under 7 minute pace. While I was out, the rain got even heavier and the wind picked up. When I got back to the car, I was shivering because the temperature had dropped so much.
This morning we had to go to a memorial service for my grandmother's boyfriend. He died in December, but they just had the service today. The family behind us had four young children with them who could not sit still or stay quiet. I just don't understand why parents bring young kids to things like this, if they can not handle it.
Since yesterday was so terrible at work, I had to go back this afternoon to finish what needed to be done. My plan was for two hours, but it ended up being five instead. I had wanted to go to lift after a bit of work since that has gone by the wayside of late. That didn't happen, I'm not done all of the stuff at work and it was time to go home to eat dinner. Maybe tomorrow...
Posted by Blondie at April 8, 2006 07:36 PM
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I'm home on a Saturday night :) My sibs and their significant others think I "suck the fun out of nightime." I usually go to bed about 4 hours before them.
I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother's boyfriend. That is very sad. I hope she's okay.
Posted by: Audrey at April 8, 2006 11:04 PM