May 7, 2008
Wow. I’ve been keeping an online journal - in some way, shape or form - for 9 years today. Huh.
That must mean…. oh CRAP! I forgot Jesse’s birthday!
Okay, not really. MB and I just got back from our run that we went on after a night out to Sushi to celebrate my sweet husband’s XXth birthday. (I am such the cradle robber.)
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We’re too committed to this thing. I am loving it. We only have three more runs to do before the race day. Aiyee!
Week 7, Day 2. Tonight’s Numbers:
Total Time: 43:30
Total Distance: 2.68
Total Pace: 16:13
Training Time: 38:46
Training Distance: 2.41
Training Pace: 16:05
So, still not the best pace on these four minute runs, but we’re getting there, we’re getting there. We’re trying to add some distance at this point.
In fact, tonight, Karma got the better of me, I think. I mentioned in my last entry how I was thinking of adding another interval into this and next week’s runs. And even though MB reads here too, I was feeling kind of sneaky about it and just planning to do it without discussing it with her.
So, tonight’s run was kind of unexpected because our kids asked us if we were going to run. They were eager for us to do so, so that they could continue playing together.
This was actually pretty funny. PB actually had a melt-down one day a few weeks ago because of friend drama and part of that involved MB’s son and how he’d made some comment about how they weren’t friends. He’s eight. His “friends” are the boys he plays with at school, not stinky girls. So, tonight, it was pretty hilarious that he was begging for just a little bit more time to play together, because they didn’t get to play in the restaurant, because they just had to sit there the whole time.
So, MB took our girl home with her so that the kids could play for a whopping twenty minutes while MB got changed into her running clothes, and then she brought the girlie home and she and I headed out for a run.
Before we went, however, I had to redo the iPod because the timing on the songs was messed up on Day 1.
So, we set out, and I kind of screwed us up, because I took us the opposite direction that we usually run. Then to get us back (when we were worn out), I was trying to skip all of the big hills, but it kept adding distance. I started getting really whiny and then I realized that I didn’t actually know how many more intervals we had to run.
ME: “Wouldn’t that be karma? I know that you read about my wanting to add another interval to the run - ”
MB: “But I totally forgot about it!”
ME: “Yeah, and now I have no idea if we’re done or not. That’s what I get!”
So, we run when the timer dings and I’m whiny about not knowing which way to go because I don’t want to do any more damn hills (Damn You, Folsom!!) and we get half-way up the last hill and the timer dings again and so we’re walking and I start doing math and realize: “That was the last one.”
Then I almost start to cry and then I realize: “Shit. I forgot to reset the lap.” (Which I need to do on the last run, if I want to get true running numbers.)
So, the timer dings again and I tell her: “Okay, I’m going to run a little bit more because I didn’t hit the timer, so our pace was screwed up for about 30 seconds there and I’m just picky.”
So, we start running again, and we’re coming up on the cross-street to my court and so we just decide to run all the way back to the house, even simulating the last minute burst of speed to the finish line and….
Damn. That was dumb. I was so hot and worn out, that I came home, stripped and jumped into the pool.
An hour later now, and I think I have just now recovered.
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And it is good and life is good and all that jazz, but after 9 years of keeping an online journal, I am beginning to realize that there are some things in my life that are never, ever, ever going to change. It’s gotten a lot easier, in the past couple of years, to get over that; but sometimes it just really still sucks.
Ah well. What continues to change is me. And that is what is all good.
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Happy Birthday, Jesse. Thank you for being the best husband EVAR. Our life may not be perfect, but there is not anyone else with whom I would share this amazing journey. Thank you for taking such good care of us. I love you always.