Slow and Steady

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Saturday Sampler: Just one of them days

It's just one of them days,
When I wanna be all alone.
Its just one of them days,
When I gotta be all alone.
It's just one of them days,
Don't take it personal.
I just wanna be all alone,
and you think I treat you wrong.

Ok, so I think I was killing myself this week. Not working out regularly, eating junk to make myself feel better, stressing out at work...just not the best week. Last night I crawled into bed around 8:30 and was asleep by 8:45. I reluctantly rolled out of bed at 8:30 this morning, went for some blood work (routine stuff) then picked up the family to go out for bagels. Yeah, well we barely made it through bagels. My 3 year old was whining about Jamba Juice, my 1 year old was whining about wanting my bagel, her milk, her bagel, my bagel again and anything she wanted the moment she wanted it. I had lots of errands to run and my husband thought it would be great to go out as a family. For errands. Really? Ok, I can do this...maybe not. It didn't go as well as expected. Wait, I shouldn't have expected anything, but potential disaster traveling with small people. We survived Target, we survived the crafts store and on the drive home the Jamba Juice oatmeal flew off the dash board and landed on me. That was the final straw. I was thrilled all the errands were done, but not thrilled it was done at a pressured pace. Work pressure I can roll with, husband rushing me, kids whining, um, not my forte. It was precisly this moment that my husband said, "The rain has let up a bit, maybe you should go for a run. It is going to rain for 10 days straight you know." Enough said, it went on the agenda for right after one more errand then I set out for my run. I needed to brave the weather for the health and safety of my family. It was just one of those days, where I needed some alone time and a rainy run was perfect.
When I got home, my sneakers looked like this.
Then the girls came over and we hung out like this. Wine, food, movie and nails. Thanks V and W.
To top off it all off, of my 4 miles, 2 of them were at an 8:40 pace. Whoot! I started the year hoping to break 10 minutes in the mile and I am fairly certain breaking 8 minutes is going to make it's way on my 2011 goals list. I have been whining about a 2 pound gain lately and my perfect husband pointed out, "If you can run 8:40 miles, who cares what the scale says." Smart guy, I know. Ooh, and I got pale purple shellac'd nails out of the girls day, woo hoo! Saturday turned out not too bad at all if I do say so myself.

Thankful Three
  1. For finally picking my cookie exchange cookie. The winner? Peanut Butter Jelly bars ala the Martha Stewart Cookie book.
  2. For a husband who saved me from myself today, it could have been way bad and it turned out way good.
  3. For sub 9 minute miles....You know it!


Anonymous said...

my husband says the same thing when I complain about weight. he says things like how many people can go out and run 10+ miles!

ajh said...

What a great husband from helping you get out there for a run to saying the comment about the scale not mattering! Great pace. Looks like fun with the girlfriends!

The Hungry Runner Girl said...

PB and Jelly bars sound amazing! Great run!!! Yay for great husbands and I loved the pictures!

Christi said...

Wow,you rawk! A sub 9 min mile is awesome! I am getting closer to those numbers and I hope it happens in 2011!