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Week Two: 5 days of running, 7 days of work.


I'm sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket sipping a glass of pinot noir. Outside it's raining and the winds are gusting upwards of 40 mph making me glad I got my run in earlier this morning. About every 15 seconds I'm looking up from the laptop at the trees outside the windows waiting for something to happen. 4 years ago...
Judging from the amount of time I'm spending staring out the windows, this post will likely take roughly 4 hours to compose. On with it.

Monday was a rest day. Just work and a needed rest day.

Tuesday after work I did a 4 mile tempo run and some core work.

Wednesday I got in 5 miles before going to work in the evening to do inventory.

Thursday I ran 4 miles after work racing the sunset. I've been feeling a cold coming on for a few days and I'm overdue because I generally get sick once a year. Everyone around me has been sick over the past couple of months. I interact with hundreds of people on a daily basis, but so far I've had a day of barely feeling crummy and another day of barely coughing.  My defense has been to drink a lot of Nuun and believe that I'm running the germs out of me. So far, it's worked. I realize that I have now jinxed myself.

Friday 12-21-12 the world didn't end (the Mayan thing). I worked and then I rested.

Saturday 12-22-12 the alien colonization didn't begin (the lesser known X Files thing). I was up at 4 for work and home by 1. With the stormy weekend weather rolling in, I got the wind but not the rain. 5 miles tailwind, 5 miles headwind.

I took a hot shower afterward and then gorged myself on pistachios and passed out on the couch watching Gilmore Girls.

Sunday. This morning started out with going to work. At 6 am I was leading a conference call. By 9am I was back out in the wind and rain running 6 miles. I saw more runners out on the path than I usually do, and each one of them greeted me with the same gigantic smile and nod. Their attire ranged from shorts and a t shirt to tights and full on jacket with hood and gloves. When it's raining and the wind is gusting, the smile and nod or wave or whatever you do to acknowledge another runner takes on a different meaning. It's more like, hello, we're the same kind of crazy.

29 miles this week.

I've added a few new races to my calendar! Next weekend I'll be running my first race with PCTR since they've been under new ownership. I ran the Woodside 17k last December, so even though I'm taking this as a training run...I'm kind of looking forward to seeing if I can blast my previous time out of the water. Can't help it.

Cheers. Here's to the holidays and having some days off work this week!



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  1. KarenDecember 23, 2012 at 9:44 PM

    "It's more like, hello, we're the same kind of crazy."

    Haha, for sure. :)

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