Another year older...
I feel like I should make some sort of note or something about today. After all, it's the only time in my life where my age will be the same as my birthdate -- I'm 31 on the 31st, and the tiny superstitious part of me wants to make note of that fact.
The rest of me, however, is mostly just tired because I woke up and decided that today would be a great day to go for a 4 mile run (the things I will do for birthday cake and a glass of champagne...). I actually managed to run for 2 miles, with an average pace of 12 minutes per mile, before my calves declared mutiny (again -- they still haven't forgive me for the 7 mile run I did last week) and my right thigh showed distinctly sympathetic leanings towards the calves' cause. So I walked most of the rest of the way home. I'm going to have to figure out the best workout/training/whatever to combat the whole calf mutiny issue -- I need to be able to do at least 5 miles without my muscles giving out if I'm going to actually run a 10k this summer.
Anyway, I plan on doing absolutely nothing of note today. My only goal for today is justified hedonism and I think I can rightly beg off from having to do things I dislike -- except that I'm also going to have to suffer through community theater. I'm not really looking forward part of the day.
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The rest of me, however, is mostly just tired because I woke up and decided that today would be a great day to go for a 4 mile run (the things I will do for birthday cake and a glass of champagne...). I actually managed to run for 2 miles, with an average pace of 12 minutes per mile, before my calves declared mutiny (again -- they still haven't forgive me for the 7 mile run I did last week) and my right thigh showed distinctly sympathetic leanings towards the calves' cause. So I walked most of the rest of the way home. I'm going to have to figure out the best workout/training/whatever to combat the whole calf mutiny issue -- I need to be able to do at least 5 miles without my muscles giving out if I'm going to actually run a 10k this summer.
Anyway, I plan on doing absolutely nothing of note today. My only goal for today is justified hedonism and I think I can rightly beg off from having to do things I dislike -- except that I'm also going to have to suffer through community theater. I'm not really looking forward part of the day.
This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth where there are
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