It was pretty overcast when I woke up this morning, so I decided to run outside instead of on the treadmill. Jerry was off work, and after refiguring my marathon training to include a fourth day per week, I only had to run four miles today. When I saw it was overcast, I thought, "I bet it feels just like fall outside!"
Boy, was I ever wrong. It was 7:30 in the morning, and it felt like I stepped outside and into a greenhouse.
As soon as I started running, I felt clumsy and heavy. I hate days like that! My legs just didn't feel like running, apparently. I kept reminding myself that I only had to run four miles. After about 3.25 miles, I saw that my average pace was 10:15. I thought, "I'm going to try and run a sub-10:00 mile for this last mile", so I picked up the pace.
Then I decided to make it even more challenging and see if I could drop my AVERAGE pace to a sub-10:00. That would be much harder, since I only had 3/4 of a mile left to shave more than 45 seconds off my time. I rounded the corner of my street, and ran as hard as I could, with my stiff legs. As soon as I hit four miles, I stopped the timer and looked down. 10:02/mi average pace--not what I'd hoped, but I managed to knock 13 seconds off my average pace in just 3/4 of a mile.
I showered and had a Chocolate Cherry Almond protein shake for breakfast. The kids' open house wasn't until 3:00, so I had all morning and part of the afternoon to do whatever I felt like doing--and I decided to work on the sweatshirt quilt that I wrote about yesterday. Jerry and I started a new season of The Biggest Loser (season 3) on Netflix, and I just sat on the floor cutting out squares.
By the time I left for the kids' open house, I had all the squares cut out and most of them sewed together! We went to the school to meet the kids' teachers, and then when we came home, I finished up the quilt top. It's not-even-a-little-bit pretty, but it's going to be super cozy when I'm done.
Estelle spent the entire time I was sewing sitting in my fabric container. She can't stand to see a box on the floor and NOT crawl in...
A few people asked about my memoir that I mentioned in my last post. I do NOT have a book deal, or anything exciting like that! I've always wanted to write a book (like since I was a kid!), and a lot of readers have told me I should write a memoir about my weight loss. So I am working on it now. I don't know if anything will ever come of it, but I will be happy just to do it.
Another question I was asked (on my race report post) is why I like watching the last finishers of the race. I always feel SO inspired seeing people cross the finish line of a race that they may not have even thought they could do. When I did my first half-marathon, I was at the very back of the pack, and I know how much it meant to me to actually finish that race. The first place person, or even the top 10 people, KNOW going into the race that they will finish in the lead--and unless they get injured, they KNOW they will finish.
But the people in the very back of the pack are usually (not always, of course) either doing their first race, or overcoming health obstacles (age, injury, obesity, etc). The last place people are out on the course much longer than everyone
else, when the crowds have gone home, and the water stations are packing
up. That's a big mental obstacle to deal with during a race. I notice that a lot of these people have a look of pure joy, or amazement, or pride when they cross the finish line that just gives me chills to see. Chances are, they worked just as hard to finish the race as the first-place person did, but it means something different to them. So anyway, that is why I like to watch the end of the race!
Tomorrow is Noah and Eli's first day of school. Noah is going into third grade, and Eli into first. They are growing so fast! My plan is to run eight miles in the morning after they get on the bus, and then (finally) spend some time catching up on my e-mail. I'd also like to spend some time this week catching up on blog reading. I'm embarrassed to say that ever since I got back from my sister's house in Illinois, I haven't touched my Google Reader--and now I have over 1,000 unread posts. Yeah, I'll never actually catch up on it all, but I feel like I'm missing out on stuff! (If I've missed something exciting, please share in the comments here! I'd love to read about what's going on with all of you)