Back in October I set a 10k PR: 51:52
Flash forward to Christmas. My husband bought me a Garmin.
Yesterday I charged it up and threw it on.
It even comes with a heart rate monitor. The scary face is all mine, though. Also, I know dick about heart rate. I should probably look that up or something.
Originally I was aiming for about three miles. I was waiting for my dad to show up, so I kept running loops in my neighborhood (side note: My "mile loop" is apparently about 0.94 miles, which explains a lot about previous runs). But, every time I jogged by my house my dad was there yet, and I felt pretty good. So I kept going. And then I hit five miles. And that's so close to 6.2 miles, it would be stupid not to keep going.
At the tail end of mile two, my shoulder started hurting. This is a problem I used to have a lot while running. I went to a physical therapist for it last year at some point. He thought it was a combination of poor posture and tension.
I have terrible posture. But, tension? Here's the thing. I got a fancy pant massage yesterday. All my tension should have been on the last train to Clarksdale. Anyway, I slowed down my pace to work out whatever my shoulder issue was. And then I'd speed up, and then my shoulder would flare up, and then I'd slow down. But, looking at my chart, there wasn't much of a dramatic change in pace. Until that last awesome, delicious mile.
The best part about the run was, I could have kept going. I would have slowed down a bit, but I could have kept going. Which is good. I don't think I've ran this far since Halloween. It's nice to know I haven't lost everything, distance-wise. And I'm pleased as punch about the time. I spent most of my running career in the safe zone of 10 minute miles or slower (look at my marathon and half marathon PRs, for example). I just didn't push myself at all, because it seemed difficult.
So, I'm looking forward to some pushing.
We made cookies.
That looked like crime scene photos.
My brother Harv tormented the dog.
There was a spoon balancing contest (everyone lost).
The neighborhood lights were pretty cool.
It's not Christmas morning without Farm John's sausages and my mom's apricot rolls. I found myself at Ralph's on Christmas morning, buying 8 packages of sausage. Totally worth it.
My brother bought his kids a giant trampoline. I enjoyed it.
It was a great holiday. I love spending time with all my brothers, all at once. I wish we all lived closer so it could happen more often.
12/24/11: Rorschach's journal. December 24th, 2011: The candles are lit again. Fifth time this week. Must investigate further. Hurm.
12/25/11: I'm not left candled either.
12/26/11: This town deserves a better class of candle. And I'm gonna give it to 'em.