Chug-along-chica!

Day of rest.  Fasted.  Sunday is a very special day at our house.  I am always explaining it to my boys: we don't shop, we don't go to the park--we mostly just hang around and fight with our brothers.  Kidding kidding (mostly).  Good day to read and obsess over all the awesomeness on Pinterest after being spiritually fed at church.

I purposely ran past my house a little bit just so this would be a little longer than my last run.  I've got to see progress, I am telling you.

I ran with this really hot guy from my neighborhood.  Man, was I checking him out. Nice turn-over, Babe.  Couple running requires adjustment on both sides.  I was a min. per mile faster than on Saturday, which made me breathe nice and hard.  And you should have seen James taking these itty bitty steps, like he was tip-toeing in the attic.  Very noble of him to protect me from the perpetrators lurking in the shadows.  James is a necessity for night running, I've decided.

It was windy but pleasantly cool.  James came again.  The highlight was that we ran really close to the Great Blue Heron that sometimes graces our little lakes.  We made it fly away 3 times, poor thing.  We were close enough to it that I wondered if it could seriously injure me with it's tremendous beak, haha.

Happy Super Tuesday!  This election is dragging.  Let's be done with this already.  This is what I think: primaries (NOT caucuses) 1 week apart for 3 weeks, then SHAZAM!  You have a nominee.  3 major debates (not 87.5), winner-take-all for every state. 

Every night I run a little (teeeeeeny bit) farther, and quite a bit faster.  The first night I was going at "holy crap I can not believe I am actually doing this, lemme try it at a quarter impulse speed."  Tonight was on average 45 seconds per mile faster than last night, which was a full minute per mile faster than the day before it.  So that's good.

Three things I remembered about running tonight:

1.  Even if you feel really crappy right before your run, it doesn't mean you are going to have a crappy run.

2.  Running makes you feel happier.

3.  The inside temp of the house always feels super hot after a run.

4.  It is possible to hold hands while running if you go really slow.

Ok, that was four things.  It must be bonus night.

So, another record for distance, hehe, as well as 50 seconds per mile faster than last night.  Not that I am trying to go faster, but I am remembering how to run, instead of literally dragging my feet through a sorry mile.  Tonight was the first time I felt a little bit of a runner's high, complete with goosebumps.  (Although to be fair, it was rather chilly.  But still.)  I feel good and I'm very happy to be running again.

Check out my new sweet sweet long term goal <-----------over there.  That's right!  I'm going to be one of those marathon running geezers!  The oldest woman to complete a marathon right now was 92, but she walked it (cheater).  So it will take 59 years for me to beat her, but rest assured, she is going down. 

Wow, that sounds so incredibly cruel!!  Who wants to take down a little old lady?  Let's just say the RECORD is going down.  And I've got a lot of time to work on my strategy. *Evil snicker*  Can't wait.  : D

I was thinking that after the age of 70 I shouldn't dress up like a ninja anymore for marathons.  It detracts.  After that I'll go with a house coat and curlers.  I'll be known as the "marathon granny" and people will get T-shirts that either say "I beat the marathon granny" or "The marathon granny kicked my trash."  Hahahahahahaha....I might be tired.  Side note: isn't it interesting that I don't have to be drunk to come up with ideas like that?  Like seriously, if you were me, you wouldn't see the point of alcohol either.

10 Two syllable facts about tonight.

I ran

Was cold

Went slow

Breathed hard

James came

I'm bushed

I blogged

It's late

Good night

I'm done

I would have made a great caveman, er, cave-chica. 

Cave NINJA!!!!

(Boy, that almost makes me want to do an illustration....must...go...to...bed...)

Blogging from New Mexico...the great "Land of Enchantment".  Also the land of mostly scraggly weeds, but awesome sunsets.  I love New Mexico.  I love the people, I love the rich culture.  Remind me to tell you all about the awesomeness of New Mexico someday.

We got in this evening, so it was night running, which is not unusual for me, but it IS unusual for me to run at night without James.  He stayed home to finish his master's thesis. I took our beloved distractions away for spring break with Grandma and Grandpa, who are most dear to me.

My parents live in a rural area and have a small farm, kind of like a petting zoo.  So for safety sake (there are a lot of feral dogs and stuff out here) I decided to run around their fields.  It turns out that it is exactly .25 miles around their field.  Crazy convenient, no?  They have two docile cows out there, who delighted in staring at me and intimidating me while I ran. Cows are not intrinsically scary unless you are really close to them.  They are soooo huge!  They are the brontosaurus of the farming world.  They look like they could accidentally inhale you if you were too close.  Overall, nice run, nice and cool, slight benefit of a little bit of rain to make the breathing feel good, but not enough to be annoying.