I don't know why I feel a need to share these things... but I do. Really... a need. They are inconsequential... like most of my blog. But the compulsion to dump it here... well, it is a compulsion and there's no stopping it.
This evening's ramblings... some people call this sort of deal "Three Things Thursday", but I don't really care for alliteration... anyway, this evenings ramblings are just that... ramblings. And of no real importance whatsoever.
Numero Uno
It's a first for me...
I am not a potty-training virgin, but this fourth time around is just ... I don't know... I guess I'm just not into it. My middle two kids were done with diapers before they turned two. Miss C is now 2 and a half. We have potties. We have a seat adapter. We have the undies. We casually talk about peeing and pooping in the little potty or the big toilet. She even tells me when she goes whatever in her diaper. We make mention of wearing the undies.
But she finds them to be infinitely more entertaining than wearable.
Numero Tres
Last night I ran a 5K "return-to-running" PR.
This evening's ramblings... some people call this sort of deal "Three Things Thursday", but I don't really care for alliteration... anyway, this evenings ramblings are just that... ramblings. And of no real importance whatsoever.
Numero Uno
It's a first for me...
I'm going to lose it, aren't I? Will it hurt? Can you believe I'm a toenail-falling-off virgin?
Numero Dos
But she finds them to be infinitely more entertaining than wearable.
Numero Tres
Last night I ran a 5K "return-to-running" PR.
The workout was supposed to be 2 X 2 miles @ 8:30ish pace with a quarter-mile rest-jog in between. I started late (as usual). I just wasn't into it. As I was doing my warm up, I was complaining in my mind...
"stupid night running"
"darn kids... why won't they just go the *bleep* to bed?"
"i am sooooo tired"
"i think my hip hurts"
"i'm hungry... i don't think i've eaten enough today... maybe i should just go in"
"i wish we had real t.v."
I finished my 1.5-mile warm-up trot and stretched a bit. I toed the line at my mailbox and set off.
When my first lap was 10 seconds "too fast", and I just didn't feel like trying to slow down, I realized that if I held the pace, I could 5K PR. So I made a deal with myself... if I did it, I would be done for the night.
I could give you the blow-by-blow, but does anyone really care? It was dark. No skunks. Negative splits :) except that I was totally sucking it in the last 0.1 mile... no sprint for me... I was lucky to make it out alive!
Time: 25:20 (8:10 pace)
Three and a half minutes faster than my first 5K back in November.
Nearly a minute faster than my 5K 6 months ago in March.
Of course, I immediately plugged it into the McMillan Running Calculator. *dork*
Looking at that Long Beach Half Marathon...
...and wondering how long it's going to take for me to really and for real run a new 5K PR... not just a "return-to-running" one.



