Long time, quiet me. I know. Quiet here at least. Still verbose in real life at times, but more focused than usual.
You know how it is when you get behind on catching up? The longer you get behind, the more insurmountable it seems to catch up. That being said, this is my wee attempt at a non-epic catch up:
Life is good. Work is busy. I have a butt now, and I am typically well-rested.
I have been consciously working on my goal of becoming "mistress of my bedtime" and have been actually enjoying watching tv in the evenings after working out, vs. spending endless time on the computer. I've not had a month of such consistently lengthy sleep hours in years. (Minus watching late night Olympic coverage) My mind is clearer. My eyes are brighter. My patience is more abundant. My legs are stronger. I FEEL stronger, and more in control of my well being, in not always playing catch up while running on empty. AND, I've been told on several occasions that I actually have a butt now! (thanks to running) Since most of my SP friends don't know me in real life, just saying that my booty has always been conversely Beyonce and J-Lo. Oh So Anglo Bootay.
I bit off a big bite of a goal when I registered for the Cincinnati Flying Pig Half Marathon, on May 2nd, www.flyingpigmarathon.co
and I've been doing everything within my power to prepare physically, mentally, and logistically. I talked DH into doing it with me, and I've taken on the added role of coach/cheerleader/ass-kicker/b
I read about this race in Runner's World months ago, and the nay-sayer voice inside squealed "NO! what ARE YOU THINKING?" But the more I read, the more I knew that this was THE first half-marathon for me. I mean, how campy, festive is this? Crossing the "Finish Swine?" Medal to all finishers!? Post-race feast of Skyline Chili/Pasta 4-way YUM. (If you get the chance, check out the links to the photos of past races) It's rated the 3rd best "first marathon" in the country. I've always been a purveyor and partial to all things "pig", and even though this will be pushing my fitness limits to pain and beyond, I'm thinking that the ambiance will energize and anesthetize the process of 13.1 hilly miles. I'm stoked! I may cry wee wee wee all the way home, but I will be as prepared as I can be, and I have my eyes/legs/heart/goal set on finishing as strong as possible.
Feels good to catch up here...
With Love and Sparks,