Snowbank Hurdles

Well, it was 60 degrees today. :::blink::: In January, in the Northeast. Go global warming!!!! (Just kidding. Maybe. )There is still a bit of snow here and there, a few renegade snowbanks, but not very much. There were puddles.

It took quite a bit of doing but I went for a run outside today, for about half an hour (don't be too impressed, half of it was walking). I had to sneak out of work five minutes early, race to the supermarket, run around getting a bunch of crap I can't recall now that somehow added up to almost $100, race over to school, practically drag the kids to the car by their ankles, bark orders all the way home ("carry the groceries in and then put the cold stuff in the fridge, don't leave them all over the table, especially not the frozen stuff...." etc) , make a supergirl lightning fast change, and then leaving as soon as they'd taken all the stuff into the house.

I had a VERY bright, XL yellow tshirt on so that drivers could see me, and sweat pants. No coat! It was awesome. I did hills. (I did NOT run up hills, I walked up, but I ran down those damn hills and on all the flat parts. ) It was so nice to run outside. I think the last time I really did was when that damn big dog chased me last summer and I pulled a muscle in my hip. Bah! At any rate, a winter sunset over bare trees and a frozen pond is pretty damn beautiful.

Baby steps

This morning (early in the morning) my phone rang and a delicate little voice said "Aunt (Carly), I did potty". I proceeded to shout with delight in the manner that only someone who has potty trained their OWN kids can really understand. You NEED your child to get that kind of reaction from someone, when you finally wrestle the child onto the throne and they hit the target. Someone else's over-the-top glee is absolutely required to convince your child that this really IS a big deal and not just something Mom is bugging me about.

On my own page of accomplishments, I actually GOT ON THE TREADMILL AND RAN today. Can't remember the last time that happened. I had Christmas, being sick, and a raft of other excuses.

I walked for half a mile, ran half a mile, then walked a half mile. I'm not exactly ready for a marathon yet, but it did feel good to run.

In 147 more days I'll be racing. Twenty one weeks. So if someone wouldn't mind phoning me and shouting "You are such a good girl Carly! I am so proud of you!" and carrying on a bit, I would really appreciate it.

200 more days

Time to start thinking about the next Freihofer's run. Well, ok, not really, but perhaps.

Marathon champion Alberto Salazar once said "Standing on the starting line, we are all cowards."

I was unexpectely delighted to read this quote today. You see, my first /last / only 5K, I stood at the very back of the pack waiting for the starting horn and tears trickled out, because I was terrified that everyone around me would run away and I'd be last, and people would be pointing and laughing.

I did finish the race though...and I wasn't even last.

Today

was a come home, put on shorts and a cool tank top (it's about 92*, more in my house), light a candle, open a bottle of pinot grigio, light a scented candle, cut a thick slice of "tuscan" bread a la Hannaford, and sing along with the part where Fergie's friend says "f--- you, b--ches....."

and how was YOUR day?