"If ever there were someone to keep me home, it'd be you."
1. Last night everything sort of conspired against me... and yet worked out fine. Jack, Ryan, Tricia and I were supposed to go to Rasika for dinner, which we'd been planning on for ages (like more than a month), but I got sick this week (post-race, more on that in a second) and since I still can't really taste anything (or correction, what I can taste and smell resembles ammonia, which is gross), I bailed. But they went and the plan was to record the Flyers-Caps game and then watch it at my place after dinner.
Which we did. Except my TiVo recorded the channel that was blacked out for the game. So we found out the result (SIGH...) and then a few minutes later the power went out.
So I lit candles and Jack, Ryan and I chatted for a bit until I drifted off. As I always do when it's remotely dark and I'm on a couch. So they left, and I put myself to bed properly. I hadn't realized how quiet it can be in my house without the electronics whirring around me.
2. And now it's today. And I have NOTHING planned. Which is insane. I am still a bit off my game, in terms of being sick. (The short version: Monday I came down with a fever and it lasted until Thursday evening, with lots of coughing and gross things in my throat and nose.) Part of me wants to go for a run... though I know I shouldn't, especially since I can't breathe that well. Maybe I'll just take a stroll later. I should clean my apartment. I should try to catch up on BSG. I should shop. I should cook. I should organize my closets. I should do work. I should plant things.
None of that sounds that good though. I am officially not sure what to do with free time. I expect I'll figure out how to waste the day... it's still built into my genes.
3. So, the race. It went great! I finished. Which was the whole goal, obviously. It was supposed to be lovely and sunny and cool, but instead it was rainy and gray and windy. Which was not ideal for running... I did the first five miles fast, faster than I'd be training or meant to, so the second five were tough. Also, I got about three miles in before I even tried to listen to my iPod (I'd been enjoying eavesdropping on other runners' conversations), only to discover that it wasn't working. Which bit. But it certainly kept me in the moment. I felt every minute go by, you know?
The best part of the race is being cheered on by people you know (I passed Bob on the course at one of the turnarounds -- or rather he passed me -- and he was so loud and encouraging... same with his dad)... and by people you don't. Just strangers who are there to help you along, even in the pouring rain. I wore my brother's office team softball shirt (it has Woodward and 1 on the back), but people only cheered things like "go Gilmore!" and "Yay, Gilmore girl!" which made me laugh so hard while I was running...
Anyway. Glad I did it. Six days later I still sort of can't believe it happened... though I did sign up for the Army Ten-Miler in October... I just feel like I could do even better, timewise. I know I can... plus I like having that thing to work toward.
Walking to the starting line (headphones in but not on yet, if only I'd known):
And at the end, with a ridiculous smile on my face and a soaking wet shirt:
Which we did. Except my TiVo recorded the channel that was blacked out for the game. So we found out the result (SIGH...) and then a few minutes later the power went out.
So I lit candles and Jack, Ryan and I chatted for a bit until I drifted off. As I always do when it's remotely dark and I'm on a couch. So they left, and I put myself to bed properly. I hadn't realized how quiet it can be in my house without the electronics whirring around me.
2. And now it's today. And I have NOTHING planned. Which is insane. I am still a bit off my game, in terms of being sick. (The short version: Monday I came down with a fever and it lasted until Thursday evening, with lots of coughing and gross things in my throat and nose.) Part of me wants to go for a run... though I know I shouldn't, especially since I can't breathe that well. Maybe I'll just take a stroll later. I should clean my apartment. I should try to catch up on BSG. I should shop. I should cook. I should organize my closets. I should do work. I should plant things.
None of that sounds that good though. I am officially not sure what to do with free time. I expect I'll figure out how to waste the day... it's still built into my genes.
3. So, the race. It went great! I finished. Which was the whole goal, obviously. It was supposed to be lovely and sunny and cool, but instead it was rainy and gray and windy. Which was not ideal for running... I did the first five miles fast, faster than I'd be training or meant to, so the second five were tough. Also, I got about three miles in before I even tried to listen to my iPod (I'd been enjoying eavesdropping on other runners' conversations), only to discover that it wasn't working. Which bit. But it certainly kept me in the moment. I felt every minute go by, you know?
The best part of the race is being cheered on by people you know (I passed Bob on the course at one of the turnarounds -- or rather he passed me -- and he was so loud and encouraging... same with his dad)... and by people you don't. Just strangers who are there to help you along, even in the pouring rain. I wore my brother's office team softball shirt (it has Woodward and 1 on the back), but people only cheered things like "go Gilmore!" and "Yay, Gilmore girl!" which made me laugh so hard while I was running...
Anyway. Glad I did it. Six days later I still sort of can't believe it happened... though I did sign up for the Army Ten-Miler in October... I just feel like I could do even better, timewise. I know I can... plus I like having that thing to work toward.
Walking to the starting line (headphones in but not on yet, if only I'd known):
And at the end, with a ridiculous smile on my face and a soaking wet shirt: