Sure, it's 40 degrees outside.
Sure, I've been sitting still for the past 15 minutes.
Sure, I have even been into and out of the shower.
In the interest of reclaiming some of the ground I lost to the audition tour towards my personal goals, I made a running date with MR. (I have to come up with a good alias for her...she's an English teacher, mom of 2, and just ran a half-marathon a few weeks ago. And she runs so she can eat/drink whatever she wants...priorities are totally in the right place. She's kinda my hero.) We met at 8 this morning, and vowed to not phone it in and head directly to Starbucks...although the thought of it was totally tempting!
It was a great morning to run. Cool (ok, cold, but once you get going it feels good!), sunny, quiet. For the first time in my running life I went completely without music - I brought the iPod, but didn't bother to even put the earbuds in.
Can I say firstly that running with an old friend whom you haven't seen in a while? Totally fun.
Can I also say that talking and running at the same time? Well, I'm not terribly good at it. It's hard. You can call me Louise...or, rather Weezy, as that's what I did for the better part of 5.5 miles. I had wanted to go longer than that, to log 6 or 7, to not walk quite as often, but sometimes you just have to readjust. Adding in the talking, and running at a slightly faster pace than I was used to? Well, I'll take both of those things and the great conversation over hitting a specific number.
My other goals for this lovely, lazy Saturday include a metric ton of laundry (so exciting, right?), working on my new NaNoWriMo goals (since I've recalibrated to address the lost time...I have a daily word count of 2600. HALP.), and maybe getting my fanny into a practice room to make some noise. After listening to other folks sing and play piano for months, I'm a little anxious to do some noisemaking of my own.
What's on your docket for the day, lovelies?
- Getting reacquainted.
- Having an agenda-less day
- Bloody ankles. I have a running scar...and I'm proud of it, even if it's totally due to my klutziness.
- Finishing a run AT Starbucks. A latte never tasted so good.
- A quiet house.