So…you know how the other week I was over the moon about running? How I ran my race, and I ran faster than I expected, and I felt really good? Well. In the two weeks immediately following that race, I ran a total of 3 miles. Weird schedule, too many crazy-early mornings – oh, I’ve got plenty of excuses. But, as John so kindly reminded me this morning, you lose your conditioning a hell of a lot faster than you gained it. So this morning I ran four miles. I’ve still got it. And I don’t want to lose it. I don’t know if I could jump right in and run ten again, but I’m aiming for 7 or 8 this weekend. That’s doable, right?
The Bloggess (who you should really be reading regularly because oh my god Snuffleupagus) pins some hilarious and beautiful things on her pinterest page. You should check in on that every once in a while, too.
I just turned in my third calculus quiz of the semester and I have to take the midterm before next Wednesday. So I’m going to watch some TV because the band is rehearsing in the basement and who can study through that?