Sunday, January 06, 2013
For some folks, this is the twelfth night of the Christmas festival. Three Kings Day in parts of the world. Epiphany. The close of the holidays.
What better day to wax philosophical about the New Year?
Feeling good, having put my long slow run in yesterday. It was not a "textbook" kind of run. I went outside for it, in the 32 F sunny afternoon. I actually prefer getting my runs out of the way in the morning, BUT, it's Winter, folks.
The footing was spotty. Patches of packed snow or ice, at irregular places. So... I decided to let Polly Perfectionist sit this one out, and just jogged between the patches and carefully picked my way through them. A broken leg or hip or whatever would REALLY put a cramp in my style. And I *don't* have screws in the bottoms of my shoes.
Speaking of shoes, I wore a pair that I often just wear to work: New Balance. Not really running shoes, more walking shoes, but I like their traction for spotty surfaces better than some of the running shoes I own.
Was I cold? Nope, not really. I made two "pause" stops to potty and hydrate... and in the end covered 11.8 miles in two and a half hours. I made sure to eat extra. Reminder to self: Undereating can lead to binges days later, note last week's slip.
Today: gotta play catch up with the household duties. Grocery shop. Laundry. Put away the few things I put up for Christmas (Frosty the Cookie jar and the little tree). And savor the anticipation of reunions.
Four months to Marathon Morning! Life is good. Spark on!