Not a bad weekend around ye olde abode. I started it off by getting up before dawn again on Saturday morning to go for a run. At the last second, the talk I had with my ex-runner officemate re-entered my brain and I took a right instead of a left. I parked my car on the other side of the park and instead of running 3.5 miles, I ran five. My goal was anything under 1:15 – fifteen-minute miles – and I made it in 1:08 and change, having forgotten to start my stopwatch on time to begin with and having to wait for traffic lights to change twice, which I figure evens out in the end. Close enough, at least.
I was definitely whipped but not completely out of commission, which was nice. And a good thing, too, since when I got back to my car I realized that my extra door key that I carry while I run had fallen out someplace, so my keys were locked in my car. I’d left my phone at home, so I had to walk the mile back home from the park and pound on the door until the dog barking at me got Dys up to let me in.
Afterward, I showered and changed clothes and Dys and I went on a Wal-Mart/grocery run. While at WM, I picked up a couple of sleeveless Under-Armour type shirts to run in.
In size Large. Do you know how long it’s been since I bought anything without an X in front of it? And while I’m still a little more bulgy in a few places than I’d like, they definitely fit.
I also bought a pack of white and black tank-top undershirts in size Large, and those suckers are definitely a little tighter than I’d imagined they’d be. But still not grotesquely so, and I can still work on that a bit. Dys asked if I was going for the Eric Northman look, and honestly it hadn’t even crossed my mind, but if it’s even bringing up the concept, then WIN.
Having survived the five-mile run without serious complications, I think I’m going to succumb to my coworker’s suggestion and plan to enter the local Triple Crown. A 5k (3.1 miles) on the last Saturday of next February, a 10k (6.2 mi) on the second Saturday in March, and a 10 miler on the last Saturday in March. I think only the 10-miler is a real concern, and I have nine months to prepare for it.
Time to kick it up a notch, eh?