Yesterday was my birthday. (Whoo hoo) My day was pretty planned out for me, but I had intended to fit in a short 4 or 5 mile run. Running was the last thing I wanted to do. I needed to get the run out of the way in the morning, since I had shopping to do for my party in the evening where 30 of my closest friends were coming to my house to celebrate this momentous day.
One of the bad things about this running goal is the fact that my yard has suffered emensely and as I set out to run, I noticed all the weeds and overgrown plants that need some good pruning. I pulled a few weeds, but forced myself to run. (The sooner you start, the sooner you're done, right?)
I HATED the first mile more than usual. I have come to accept that no matter what, the first mile is always hard. I'm ready to quit any moment, but then my body gives in accepts the fact that we are doing this for awhile. This run, I felt slower than usual, but just kept at it... slow and steady. Running down 20th I decided to cross over the pedestrian bridge and than follow Ravena Park west, to run toward the freeway. I thought if I kept moving farther away from my house, I would make the run longer. I headed up along side the freeway up to 70th where I headed over to Roosevelt. I kept going all the way to 15th, pushing through the little hills knowing I was on my way home. My Phedippidations podcast kept me company, and the run was pushing over the 45 minute mark, I knew that the finish line was within reach, and I had a busy day ahead of me, I was glad to be almost done with this big part of my goal.
The run finished, and I came in to chart my mileage through www.mapmyrun.com and found I only went 4 miles. It just seemed so much farther than that, not to mention that I was running a lot slower than I have lately. (As I look back and read that paragraph, I realize that saying "only 4 miles" is kind of amazing in itself...)
The rest of the day was filled with activities of shopping, cooking and cleaning. The party started at 7 pm and was a great time. It's always interesting when my "worlds" collide. Friends from different circles we all got along. Of course there was heavy political discussions, and having everyone figure out their blues name made the learning of people's names even more fun.
Saturday, I spent the day cleaning and dealing with the carnage from the party. Yes, I am OCD, and couldn't stand looking at all the pieces of food, dirt, etc... that hung out on my rug and kitchen floor. No running today, but tomorrow some sort of run will happen. I should run 9 or more, but we shall see.
At least this birthday finds me healthier than last birthday, and as people like to remind me; getting older is better than the other alternative!
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