I jinxed myself in Thursday's post, bragging about my pre-5am wakeups all week. Friday I turned off the alarm and slept till 7. However, it ended up working out for me. It was almost 90 degrees when I left work, and clearly that meant I had no choice but to run on the treadmill, which meant more Buffy. I have one more episode in season 2, and I'm getting really addicted. I ran 10 miles, or as I like to think of it, two episodes, at about a 9 min/mile pace.
I went directly from one vampire obsession to another. It was the night of our third annual Twilight slumber party. I actually came pretty close to being banned, since I couldn't find my puffy painted Team Edward shirt.
|My saving grace was duct tape, sharpie, and the fact that I have the hookup to all the DVDs.|
If you know me in real life or through this blog at all, you can probably guess that I was pretty excited, since this night has all the makings to be my favorite type of evening. I only had to interact with members of the select group of adults I actually like, the attire was pajamas, there was tons of good food, the entertainment was clearly of the highest caliber, and being in bed early was encouraged.
I'm getting pretty sick and tired of people telling me this means I'm old. Casi and I started having sleepovers at age 13, and we're still going strong at 30. Carolyn brought in one of her high school traditions - matching pajamas.
|These are gifts she brought us FROM THE ACTUAL TOWN OF FORKS.|
The annual Twilight sleepovers began as a way for us to prepare for the new movies coming out. The last one was released last year, but we didn't see any reason to abandon such a great tradition. Still, not having a deadline, we didn't attack with quite as much vigor this time around. We actually only made it through 1.5 movies before someone (me) fell asleep. That's ok though, it's just an excuse for a part 2.
|I didn't even make it to topless Jacob.|
Shockingly, I failed. I got tired on the way home, and decided to just "lay down for a few minutes", like maybe from 4:30-5pm. As you may imagine, I didn't actually leave the bed until morning. I still could have done some reading, but it was one of those times where I suddenly needed to look at EVERYTHING on the internet instead.
Sunday was another lovely 5am wakeup call. I met Lily and we drove down to Rosaryville to meet up with my fellow blogger Logan for some trail running.
We had intentions of doing 15 miles, which would bring me to 60 for the week.
The first 5 or so passed quickly in the usual fun of getting to know blog friends in person. (I don't hate meeting new people, I just hate meeting new people I haven't been emailing with/reading about their life for months). At this point in my blogging career, I feel I've gotten pretty good at assessing personalities through email and I knew I'd love Logan, and I was right.
So, I decided to make a complete fool of myself. First, I needed to make a pit stop around mile 4 - nothing unusual after chugging some coffee on the hour long drive down. I told them to keep going. The trail is usually crowded with runners and mountain bikers, but we hadn't seen a single other person in nearly an hour. I'd been leading, and based on the amount of spider webs I'd run through (something like one every 9 seconds), I felt it was safe to assume the trail was deserted.
Let's just say I didn't apply my normal discretion in tree choice, and a couple of mountain bikers got more than they bargained for on their ride.
I kept going, but I was starting to feel really sick. Nothing I couldn't have pushed through, but I let paranoia win out because last month, I ignored symptoms at Rosaryville, and ended up with a week long fever and missed three days of work. I couldn't even afford to lose today, since I'd waited until the last minute to do my paper.
I wimped out and told them to go ahead. They are both super nice so they insisted that it was fine and just let me set the pace. I tried that for a bit but it was pretty clear to me that I was going to do more walking than running. I can handle that, but not the guilt and shame of ruining other people's runs! I was so relieved when they went ahead to finish strong. I spent the next few miles in an endless cycle: run until I felt too sick, walk, feel better, think "yay I can run again, it was just temporary!" then immediately start feeling like crap until I had to walk. I tried to use it as an opportunity to practice my power walking, which I always say I'm going to do during ultra training then never bother.
|Plus, I had time to take this picture.|
After 9 miles I was back to the parking lot, never so happy to see my car. Pathetic by any standards and I felt terrible for making them both come all the way out for a single digit run, but not terrible enough to stay there one second longer. I'm pretty sad about it now since I love Rosaryville and I only have like 54 miles this week, but life is tough. I cheered up by watching this video.
Also, the humidity was 98% when we began and the temperature was 90 on the way home. Just saying.
The day wasn't completely shot. It was $1 day at a frozen yogurt shop - they don't even weigh it! Believe me when I say I've had this on the calendar for months. I'm not usually a dessert for dinner person - I'm more of a dinner and dessert person. But tonight, when I climbed into bed at 5:00pm with my froyo, it just felt right.
Favorite vampire/superhero/guilty pleasure in general?
On a bad run, do you want your friends to go on ahead or help you through your misery? I generally want as much pity as possible for anything else in life, but the only thing that makes a bad run or race worse is the knowledge that you are ruining someone else's run/race. I'd much rather suffer alone!