Tuesdays must be my day because, just like last Tuesday, I woke up this morning and eked out a run before work. My incentives really are the 90-degree temps and humidity that have been hanging over Minnesota this week. I know I cannot, will not run when I get home, so my only option is to go in the morning.
Thing is, I only get in about 3.5 miles in the mornings because I don't quite have the energy or time (it takes me forever to get ready for work. I'm pokey. And getting up before 5 a.m. just isn't an option) to go much further that early in the day. Luckily, I have Fridays off this summer so I can use my free day to do the long runs. No BF at home waiting on me to go somewhere, no work calling, all other friends at work ... it'll just be me and the streets.
According to the Galloway plan I'm using, I should be fine. He has me doing two 35-minute or 45-minute runs a week and a long run on the weekend to build up for the half. Part of me thinks this sounds too good to be true; part of me just really hopes it works because it seems like a moderate plan that will allow me to finish without racking up a lot of injuries like last summer.
The run wasn't that bad today, although I know I'll be tired tonight. We've been spending a lot of time doing yard work this week, resulting in me passing out by 10 p.m. at the latest. I was sore this morning from pulling weeds! I don't know if that's a testament to how intensive weed-pulling can be, or if it just means I'm really friggin' out of shape. I'm thinking a little bit of both.
It's funny how fast a house can make you feel old. Here I am, skipping happy hours so I can go home and pull weeds, put up shutters and mow the lawn. When did I turn into the old lady next door? The really scary thing is that I LOVE it! I was just beaming last night as I yanked those bastard dandelions out by the roots and smelled the fresh-cut grass. I know it's the novelty of the new house, and I'm sure in no time at all I will grow sick of this.
But, it's interesting. I turn 27 in a couple of weeks and if you had asked me 5 years ago where I'd be at 27, I would have said living in NYC, working at The Times and living a fast-paced, single life. Probably BFF with Carrie Bradshaw's real-life counterpart. Now, here I am in Minnesota, relatively close to home and family, loving my long-term boyfriend, enjoying a job that has me spinning the news, not reporting it, and owning a house. I love it.
Maybe this is my quarter-life crisis, a few years late, probably brought on by the FOUR baby announcements I've received in the past week alone. I feel like I've reached the point in my life where things really start changing, either in my life or in the lives of those around me, and it's weird. Weird how life turns out. Weird to wonder how different things will be 5 years from now. If I couldn't have predicted this, what am I not predicting for the future?
Anyhoo...can anyone tell it is not busy at work these days? I've just had too much time to think lately and, unfortunately for you all, it's coming out here. I'll end the rambling for today.
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This is where it's supposed to all come out! (I'm obviously a blogging addict, so I, for one, appreciate the frequent posts.)
Congrats on getting up and getting the run done early in the day; I suck at that.
And re: your upcoming b-day. I once pictured a very similiar life for myself in NYC with the gals from SITC, working at the Times (as a book reviewer) as well. But I have found that my life is very satisfying and have appreciated all the tweists and turns it has taken so far. Who knows what the next few decades will hold?
The not-knowing is exciting, isn't it?!
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