I hate them. This Sunday? Check. And check. The thermometer was dancing between zero and negative 2 degrees with every icy blast of wind. What a horrible, horrible day to have to run 10 miles.
Not mine. Rest easy.
(Yes, I am congratulating myself for finding a reason to get a photo like this into a blog post!)
Ten miles at around a 7:40 pace. Nice and easy if you pleasy. No hamstring soreness to report (I said I was no longer going to dwell on various muscle issue but I'm allowed one in 2008 aren't I?)
I've come to grips with the fact that I'll probably be heading into Boston a bit undertrained. I won't be chasing the 3 hour mark or probably even a PR as I once planned months ago. I'd be content with a second best time ever. For that, I merely need to avoid the "c" word. Yes, cramps.
In other news...
My son's basketball season wrapped up. We now have about a month of uninterrupted time where there are no after school activities to go to. Woo-hoo!
The best TV show you've never heard of on F/X: It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. With episodes like "Charlie Gets Molested", "The Gang Exploits a Miracle", and "Mac Bangs Dennis' Mom". How can you go wrong?
My dishwasher crapped out on me. Before it did, it rumbled, shook, groaned, caused a slight buckle in my wood laminate floor, and died with a most horrific metal screeching noise (think train and sudden braking). At least, that's what I was told. I was at the gym running, see above, and unable to be at the kitchenside vigil. R.I.P. Kenmore Quiet Wash II, R.I.P.