Okay Okay

I am off my biological imperative kick. For now.

Let's start with Barbie:

The poor lamb has seen better days. I finally found her head:

When I begin to feel glum, like I am just running on the hamster wheel and going nowhere in particular except, eventually, off the wheel and into the ground, I can think of Barbie--mutilated by a 20 pound dog. Things could be so much worse than endless running.

And I do love running. Right?

The big news: on Saturday I RODE OUTSIDE. This was a big feat. It was 35 degrees, windy and cold on Saturday. The night before I had carefully cleaned and readied Mrs. Z for the outside, though, and I would be DAMNED if I didn't go through with my outside adventure. I dressed warmly, and you know? It was fine!  I am so over it!

I remember with running it was this way. I thought, can I run in 10 degree weather? Will my lungs splinter into icicles in my chest if I try? And then I did run in 10 degree weather. And it was fine! Pleasant even! So although I will not be riding during snowstorms, I will now be riding through the winter when I can. If 35, cold and windy is just fine, then I'm sure 25, cold and windy can't be that much worse. There is a man who lives in my neighborhood who rides his bike to work year round. In the dead of winter I watch him ride off at 7 a.m., 10 degrees out and think, He is NUTS. But you know? I think maybe he is onto something.
 

Yesterday I had my final very long run before Boston. It trashed me more than other runs have. I think it could be the close proximity of the brick the day before, or maybe that I hadn't gotten enough sleep the previous nights leading up to it. I was able to run part of it with a few of my friends, and that DEFINITELY made it easier. But I was tired from the start. It was a tough one mentally to get through.


I need a few good new songs for my IPod. Let me know if you have suggestions.