But I don't really like ACTUAL Wednesdays. Thursday and Friday are WAY better, but Monday and Tuesday are much worse. So there's Wednesday, just stuck in the middle.
Anyways, Mike and I skipped the run this weekend-- it was great, we completely didn't run at all. Since last weekend was a 21 mile run, and we're pushing our 23 mile up to this weekend (it was supposed to be the weekend after, but Mike will be in Colorado and neither one of us really wants to do a 23 mile run alone, plus, with the altitude change, Mike's run would feel pretty wonky) and since we were so busy, we decided to take the weekend off and rest our bodies up. Two really intense runs in three weeks is kind of pushing it.
Today I kind of have that icky feeling like I'm fighting off an illness. So I had a nice big dinner, I'm downing orange juice like crazy, and I'm just hanging out in bed watching tv until I go to sleep. Tomorrow is Thursday, which is almost the weekend, so it would be pretty inconvenient if I were to be sick.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
So I've been neglectful.
I know, I know, I haven't posted in ages. But it's not like anyone reads this anyway, right?
Anyway, Mike and I had our 21 mile run on Saturday, and it went fantastically. We had great weather, and 16 miles in, Mike turned to me and said, "You know what would be good right now? I nice big plate of fettuccine." (That's a reference to The Office if you didn't follow. And if you didn't follow, you need to become very well-acquainted with Michael Scott. You're missing out.) So we were able to run and talk and joke all at the same time, and for a change, we didn't spend half of our long run yelling at each other to stop being so cranky. So all in all, a pretty good run. We spent the afternoon at the Navy football game (apparently they played badly but I didn't realize it because I didn't actually watch a single play of the game... I was too busy hanging out with some NAGs and with Mike's roommate's parents who were in town for the game) and then we stopped by his company's tailgater where I had too many beers in too few minutes, and then we went out to dinner where I made a good decision by ordering a salad and a bad decision by letting Jim order me a Dirty Girl Scout. (He's SUCH a bad influence. One night he ordered me three freaking mango margaritas. I was so hungover at work the next day.) Mike drove home. I was asleep before we got there. (Fun date, right?)
Anyway, what is important here is that I was able to run 21 miles, rally for a football game pretty much immediately after, and then rally AGAIN for a night on the town (even though the night was pretty short by normal-people standards... after all, I had gotten up at 4AM.) Mike probably did better than I did, though, because he had to do a lot more walking and standing than I did.
In other news, today was Monday and I hate Mondays. Ever notice how the better your weekend was, the worse your Monday is?
Tomorrow night I have to coordinate a StoryTime at my local library branch-- I volunteer there every other month and this week's theme is "bedtime." So I'm going to go practice! (And by that I mean, it's my bedtime. Not that I'm going to go read children's books.)
Anyway, Mike and I had our 21 mile run on Saturday, and it went fantastically. We had great weather, and 16 miles in, Mike turned to me and said, "You know what would be good right now? I nice big plate of fettuccine." (That's a reference to The Office if you didn't follow. And if you didn't follow, you need to become very well-acquainted with Michael Scott. You're missing out.) So we were able to run and talk and joke all at the same time, and for a change, we didn't spend half of our long run yelling at each other to stop being so cranky. So all in all, a pretty good run. We spent the afternoon at the Navy football game (apparently they played badly but I didn't realize it because I didn't actually watch a single play of the game... I was too busy hanging out with some NAGs and with Mike's roommate's parents who were in town for the game) and then we stopped by his company's tailgater where I had too many beers in too few minutes, and then we went out to dinner where I made a good decision by ordering a salad and a bad decision by letting Jim order me a Dirty Girl Scout. (He's SUCH a bad influence. One night he ordered me three freaking mango margaritas. I was so hungover at work the next day.) Mike drove home. I was asleep before we got there. (Fun date, right?)
Anyway, what is important here is that I was able to run 21 miles, rally for a football game pretty much immediately after, and then rally AGAIN for a night on the town (even though the night was pretty short by normal-people standards... after all, I had gotten up at 4AM.) Mike probably did better than I did, though, because he had to do a lot more walking and standing than I did.
In other news, today was Monday and I hate Mondays. Ever notice how the better your weekend was, the worse your Monday is?
Tomorrow night I have to coordinate a StoryTime at my local library branch-- I volunteer there every other month and this week's theme is "bedtime." So I'm going to go practice! (And by that I mean, it's my bedtime. Not that I'm going to go read children's books.)
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