Saturday, December 24, 2011
Meiri Christmas Eve!
Reasons Why Yesterday's Run Sucked
-Even though it was only 3.1 miles it sucked the whole time and felt like it took forever.
-My lungs hurt from the get-go.
-I felt like I kept getting slower and slower.
-Every block felt more difficult.
-I didn't enjoy any part of it.
-My ankles were sweating too much.
-I spent the whole run wondering when I started sucking so bad at running and how out of shape I must be and how I hate having shitty runs, and this was just a shitty, shitty run.
Reason's Why Yesterday's Run Didn't Suck As Bad As I Thought
-Negative splits (8:31, 7:58, 7:42)
-Apparently being fast in general
-Lungs burning = lungs learning to suck less, right?
So, to humblebrag, my run felt like it sucked because I was running faster than usual. And maybe I should warm up before a run if I'm going to feel all butt hurt about my pace, since, hey, looking at my splits, it takes me a little bit to warm up. I'm coming from a background where I didn't get a shit how fast I ran. But now I kind of care. So, I need to nut up and work on it, or drop back down to not giving a shit.
I want to get faster, see, but I don't always enjoy running hard, and I don't want to put in the work. *sad laughter* Clearly I am going places in the world.
Anyway, the run wasn't the shit pile of shit that I thought it was.
Oh, I got an iFitness belt in the mail today that I won through Rad Runner. I tried it out. And, I'll try it out some more before I make up my mind.
Last night was my best friend Marla's birthday, so we got cleaned up again.
It was an evening of listening to people talk about crossfit.
It's Christmas Eve, so here are some ornaments.
An ornament we're going to have to start hiding in a few years.
This is a mouse trap. We acquired this during SantaCon one or two years ago.
My mom bought us this ornament the first year my husband and I lived together.
If you don't like rotting possum carcasses, you may want to scroll down quickly to the cat picture below.
Yesterday my mom and I were puttering in my front garden, which was majorly overgrown. And we found a possum carcass.
A little background: I grew up in the mountains. I've had an outhouse. I've lived with no electricity. I remember my dad stashing a deer carcass in my tree house after he went hunting. I have a little bit of hill people in me. So when my mom suggested I tear the head off and stash it somewhere to finish decomposing, so I could have a neat skull, I jumped on it.
Yup. Judge away. If I get rabies it's my own damn fault.
I like my cat best when she hears a weird noise and sits up on her hind legs to investigate. I want to put a top hat on her.
Last night's picture: Oh boy, candles!
Meiri Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and/or whatever other crap you celebrate.