I was all set to crack open a Stone Sublimely Self-Righteous Ale tonight because I can, and because I am; but I’m just not feeling it. Instead of beer:30, it’s feeling more like bed:30.
I stayed up way too late last night doing a whole lot of nothing. A wise man once said, “the internet will ruin your life.”
I had planned to run early this morning but I slept in ’til around 9:30 and it was raining by the time I got up. I awoke to find Wrigley sitting on the bed, just staring at me intently. Yeah, she’s just a cat but it was still kinda creepsville.
I got up and drank a pot of coffee while doing two sessions of Jillian yoga – level one and level two! Pretty intense, but it’s working. I’ve lost five pounds in the last week and a half or so and I can already feel my core and arms and legs are stronger. I can actually DO a side plank now. Haven’t mastered that stupid crow pose yet, though. Soon!
After it stopped raining I went out and ran a blissful five miles in my neighborhood. On the ROAD, and my legs didn’t hurt at all. No dead legs. No pain. Delightful!
I know the strength work is helping, but I also started lacing my shoes a little differently. I did the trick where you use that last eyelet to thread the lace back through on the same side and then cross them through each other. I don’t know how else to describe that, but it makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? =P I have really narrow heels, so it helps grip the back of my foot. It’s amazing how a silly little thing like the way you lace your shoes can make the difference between a good run and a bad run.
After I showered I headed out to see hubby at the airport (he’s an operations manager; no, we don’t fly for free). He took me out on the airfield and we cruised the GA hangers, drooling all over the rich people jets here for the NCAA tournament.
We also saw Ryan Seacrest’s plane, but it was so small I couldn’t get a good photo of it (heh, heh).
If you ask me, this was the best place to be during the Butler game — as far from downtown as possible! For some reason, the number of Butler alumni seems to have tripled in the last week…
Tomorrow is supposed to be lovely; the hubby will be home and we’ve got two big steaks and two big beers waiting for us in the fridge (not to mention brand-spanking new bottles of Zing Zang and Skyy for a killer breakfast bloody mary!). So I’ll be needing my beauty sleep…
And, not to harp on this, but I’m doing the Komen Run in two weeks and we could use your help. Just donate a few bucks and I’ll shut up.