I can't think of a relevant title for a post.
Yesterday I actually got to go to town. Twice! I went to the grocery after I worked out [30 minutes rowing machine, 10 minutes weight training] and then Mr. Shrinking Knitter and I took his mother out for dinner [Chinese] for her birthday. Since I hadn't eaten much all day, I probably overindulged at the buffet, but since y'all are telling me to shake those calories up, I figured I was just following orders.
Today is a long-run day on the half-marathon training schedule. So far the long runs have been seven miles; today I increase it to eight. But what's another mile? I kind of feel like Lainey, also in training for a half-marathon, who recently said: "4 miles sounds so easy! That feels good to think that. Weird, but good."
I would, of course, be much happier if I were going to be running eight miles outside. It is currently 10, um TEN degrees here in the Middle of Nowhere, and it feels like 0, um ZERO. So I'll be treadmilling today for Eight. F-ing. Miles.
Don't you feel sorry for me? I've been pretty lucky so far finding movies that have started and ended the same time I do, and I'm heading over to the DirecTV website to see what's on this morning. I might even spring for Pay-Per-View.
Because I'm worth it.
Seventy-seven days until race day.