4:08 and some change.
Thanks for having faith in me. I really appreciate all the support you've given me during this training.
Race recap to follow, but first I must eat!
(Anyone up for a jog?)
It was chilly yesterday and most Floridians running/walking with us had on their very finest winter work out gear. Not. It was like a game of "Who's Homeless? And who just doesn't own more than that one coat/long sleeved running shirt?"
We also saw a very angry looking older, Asian man walking who kind of grumbled at us when we said hello the first time we saw him. The second time we saw him, his endorphins must have kicked in because he said, "Good morning." To which we squealed with delight. Ah that things the P-Funk and I find joy in. Like the lady who walked like that old RuPaul song, "Sashay, Shante. Shante. Shante. Shante. You better work!"
The route I planned was a little (fine, a lot) dumb as I must have forgotten that none of us are in the military and therefore we could not run on the base. The base that I included stupidly in our route. Oops. We had to tack on the extra mile at the end. Boy does that suck. We could barely add at this point. Actually this is when P-Funk looked at me (I think it was mile 21 or so) and said, "If I hear the words TACK and ON, I'm going to be very upset." So I said, "We need to ADD MORE." And we did.
After our run was finally over we went to a most delicious breakfast at this cute little breakfast spot. I had a chocolate milk and the right side of the menu. Hollster had the left side. MMMM grits!
As we draw closer to the actual race I have to give a special thank you to my running buds. Red, you all know, I LOVE. Can't. Live. Without. What you also need to know is that Hollster and P-Funk have provided so much amazing girl talk and friendship that I now cannot live without them either. All three of them must now know that they are stuck with me. I'm like a rash that just won't go away!
But seriously, the bonds that come from running with others can become very strong and will outlast your running days. I'm sure of it. But don't get me wrong, I don't see my running days ending any time soon. I may take a little break after Gasparilla, but the running will always be a part of my life. I look good doing it. Eh.
With that, I say good day. Two weeks until the big day. Let the taper madness begin.
In addition to the last run this weekend, I have Monday off! Woot! I plan on making this weekend a mini-stay-cation. After my run on Saturday my step mom and I are going to pick out a dress for my sister's wedding. I had a dress that we got at the 9th Circle of Hell, but my sister decided it wasn't dressy enough for the MOH (Maid of Honor, that's me!). Can I just say THANK GOD! I didn't like any of their dresses and am stoked to get one at an actual store where the material isn't "bridesmaid torture." And I don't have to hear the old "You can just cut it short after the wedding and wear it again!" Yeah. Right. That ish is moth meat after the wedding.
Since Sunday is V day, I think I'll make a delish meal for the Sig and maybe catch a movie or have a Mario Kart marathon. Monday may just be a play-it-by-ear day. Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Monday, we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time (Old School anyone?). Or maybe a trip to Pismo Beach....
Have a great weekend everyone! And happy early V day.
This little guy was just trying to get his tempo run in.
I mean sheesh, just cause we like to run doesn't mean we should be ignored while trying to cross the dang road.
There's an epidemic sweeping the runner nation. One of the most pleasant people I know has been affected. Our Hollster has fallen prey to it. So has our Navy Steve. And I must admit I have been known to give an overly sarcastic, "Gee freakin' thank A-hole!" to a driver who doesn't let me cross the road.
What is it? Well, it's been given a name. Runner's Rage.
Now most of the time, we runners are a relaxed lot. We are out there bustin' our humps and getting some kick ass stress relief on, but don't interrupt our run for your dumb right turn or you may get the finger. Or two fingers. Or in some cases, a palm to your bumper.
Drivers of the world take heed. There is one little lady out there who will give you a tongue lashing! And one fellow who may actually dent your car with his palm!
To you drivers I say, "Wh#$% tqeh#%$#! is @#%^@#% fp@$%^@^!!!!"
Ahhh. I feel better now.
Warning! This video contains adult language and sheer goofiness. Earmuffs!
Yeah, that was my first attempt at a video. I know, I know. It's terrible. But I hope it made you smile or at least get a healthy dose of schadenfreude. Talk about extreme close-up. Yikes.
I have a nice little 18 miler tomorrow so I am not too worried about my run. (Yeah, 18 has become "nice" and "little"). I'm nuts. I also have a house warming party to attend and there is some game on Sunday that everyone keeps talking about. I just came for the chips and dips. Heh.
Have a great weekend folks.
and this guy...
I am going to shake it like a polaroid picture!
Today, I am thankful for my AWESOME sister and birthday presents.
What are you thankful for today?