Daylight savings time has hit, but the weather is still cold here in DC, meaning I am still wearing gloves to keep my digits warm. Surprisingly, over the last week or so, I’ve had 3 people on three separate, non-related occasions, compliment me on my gloves. And I say surprisingly because I’ve had these gloves for almost two years now. Weird.
In racing news, I ran DC’s St. Patrick’s Day 8K yesterday. The only other race I’ve participated in was with Rita back in 2005, when we ran the Shamrock Shuffle. During the past few months when I was “training” I kept telling myself that I would be fine because I totally finished in under an hour in 2005, and I was still a regular smoker then. Seeing as how I’m not now, I kept telling myself it was totally fine, I’d be totally fine, I could totally do this. However, a niggling thought in the back of my head kept trying pipe up that, yes, I don’t smoke regularly (I think the last time I had a cigarette was over Christmas? I’m not sure, actually. I know it wasn’t after that.), but I also have not been running as much as I did back then. So I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to finish the race.
I needn’t have worried, however, because I finished the race, and did it in better time (three minutes!) than I did in 2005. And if you don’t believe me, I have a blister the size of Rhode Island on the arch of my right foot to prove it. And to celebrate my accomplishment, and those accomplishments of the other four friends who ran it with me, we celebrated with a beer afterwards. At 10:30 in the morning.
Whatever. I deserved it. You run 4.8 miles in the freezing cold and wind and tell me I can’t have a beer afterwards.
In racing news, I ran DC’s St. Patrick’s Day 8K yesterday. The only other race I’ve participated in was with Rita back in 2005, when we ran the Shamrock Shuffle. During the past few months when I was “training” I kept telling myself that I would be fine because I totally finished in under an hour in 2005, and I was still a regular smoker then. Seeing as how I’m not now, I kept telling myself it was totally fine, I’d be totally fine, I could totally do this. However, a niggling thought in the back of my head kept trying pipe up that, yes, I don’t smoke regularly (I think the last time I had a cigarette was over Christmas? I’m not sure, actually. I know it wasn’t after that.), but I also have not been running as much as I did back then. So I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to finish the race.
I needn’t have worried, however, because I finished the race, and did it in better time (three minutes!) than I did in 2005. And if you don’t believe me, I have a blister the size of Rhode Island on the arch of my right foot to prove it. And to celebrate my accomplishment, and those accomplishments of the other four friends who ran it with me, we celebrated with a beer afterwards. At 10:30 in the morning.
Whatever. I deserved it. You run 4.8 miles in the freezing cold and wind and tell me I can’t have a beer afterwards.
