Yesterday's run was both good and bad.
The good? 6 miles in 52:31. That's an average 8:46 m/m pace. DANG. It surprised even me to run that fast and feel so good.
The bad? It was FREEZING. And WINDY. I don't like either. I also ran with shorts because I figured since it was 40 I could do that, but the wind made it feel a lot colder. I did run past a guy all bundled up who smiled and said, "Girl you are hardcore!" Heck. Yes.
The rest of the bad? My hips are sore today. They were surprised with all the fast running after taking it easy for a bit.
Last night I took it easy with a little tv (um, is it just me or is this whole Izzy and Denny story on Grey's really strange?). Then I went home and about cried because my cat completely turned my Christmas tree over. I am really surprised because I've taken him to my parent's house some over the past two Christmas's I've had him, and he's never caused any trouble with their tree. I called my mom and we decided it was because I'm using the really old tree we used to use at my parent's, and it's just worn out and flimsy. As much as I hate to have to do the process again, I'm going to go buy a new tree and put it up and decorate it with all the decorations I just put on the old tree. It's a bit of a hassle, but I really wanted a big tree up this year and I think getting a new one is the only way to make sure it's going to be sturdy enough to survive the cat. I might get my dad to make a sturdier base for it, too, because he's crafty like that.
When it's all said and done, after I help my sister with my parent's tree next week I will have put up THREE tree this Christmas.
There were snow flurries this morning. It's insane. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow morning's run. Low of 19. I guarantee you will be back up in the 70s sometime in the next few weeks, because that's just how the weather rolls in Tennessee.
On Sunday I'm volunteering at the Flying Monkey Marathon in Nashville. I doubt I will ever have the nerve to run this race. It's held in the hilliest park around here. Listen to this description from the website:
"The Harpeth Hills Flying Monkey Marathon is about the joy and pain of running a unique, and uniquely challenging--some would say beastly--26.2 mile course in the beautiful and historic Percy Warner Park, nestled among the Middle Tennessee Harpeth Hills.
We will time and measure the distance, but the course will not be certified, we will not use timing chips, and it will not be a Boston qualifying event. If you get to the end and you (or your gadget) believe the route to be long, we won't charge you extra; if you believe it to be short, just keep running. There will be no bands, cheerleaders, wave starts or crowds. We promise no marathon Personal Records, but we guarantee every runner a PR - a Permanent Remembrance of a well-earned marathon finish. We promise to give you approximately 26.2 tough and memorable miles, with a total of 3500 feet of elevation gain and loss."
Um yeah... I will not be one of the 200 runners. I will instead be opting to freeze my butt off, apparently, while helping along the course or at the finish or something. I'm actually really looking forward to it. It's a really tough race, and I think it'll be really inspiring to see it 2 weeks before my big marathon.
Good luck to everyone in their runs and races this weekend. Hope you all have a great one!