Ticking Things off for Chicago, Whitney Houston
Saturday, February 11, 2012
On the Chicago check-list:
officially registered ... check
Plane ticket bought .... round trip for $169.60!! Awesome! ... and check
Hotel booked for marathon eve and the night post-marathon ... check
Friends in the city to hang out with in the days before ... check
fitness/ cardio minutes done for this past week 1 of pre-training ... 365. I feel good about that! Especially since it's my first real week of consistent exercise since... July. (WOW...) Anyway, I have some time logged for working at the sledding hill after my regular job because it really is physical! there's a lot of running up and down the hill, moving heavy mats, unloading the heavy sledding tubes, dragging corrals to set up the area, pulling large heavy plastic covers off the conveyer belt ski lift thingy, holding onto tubes with kids in them, bending, squatting, sprinting, lunging and trying to catch and stop the occupied tubes after tubes as they reach the bottom of the hill so they dont go over the embankment, etc. I am sweating by the end of the night and am moving around about 75% of the time. The closest thing in the spark database was "officiating a sporting event" lol so that's what I chose. Exercise ... hey it's kind of a nice perk to getting paid!
In other news ... Whitney Houston has died. I don't think I have cried before at the news of a celebrity death but something about her passing strikes me tonight. One of my cherished running songs is "Your Love is My Love" all the way back from my first year of running. Strangely, I had been listening to it a lot on iTunes in the past week and actually just burned it on a cd for a friend last night. Very weird timing. I would listen to that song regularly during my runs in that first year, even remember the specific part of the run it would always come on my playlist, because it's so peaceful and fills me with so much inner strength. (That's the kind of music you need for endurance, not so much cardio and bpm count, lol) Well, I'm going to miss her.