This morning was one of those days. I was way under prepared. I have run a total of maybe 20 miles since October when we ran the Nike Women's Full Marathon, and with the Holidays and all, the miles were just not there. And my mood hasn't really been all that great either. I am hands-down one of the most chipper girls on the planet. Self-described. So chipper that it makes people uncomfortable, makes them think I'm phony. But in reality, this is just how I am. In high school, I had a great outlet to release my energy by being on the cheer squad. Tumbling and cheering and yelling was a great release. But now, with traffic and commutes and laundry and cleaning and oil changes and the care and feeding of one houseplant, I've realized I still need that place to run and scream to. Which is why even through incredibly unprepared, I gave this morning's half everything I had.
And I set a PR by a whole 8 minutes.
But I never run to make a time goal. I still came in at approx 2:55:30, which is like an hour longer than it takes most other runners. It's also about an hour longer, give-or-take, than I spend on the Los Angeles freeways everyday. Those three hours, however, prove something. It might be trite, but it proves to me that if I can run, I can do anything I set my mind to. And that's a pretty powerful feeling.
So powerful, that I came home, showered, and took down the Christmas tree. But not before I threw some more stuff in the dehydrator, swept the floors, cleaned the bathroom, and did three loads of laundry.
Yeah, that running thing? Pretty powerful.
Here are the before pictures (Running Buddy Selena and I were lucky enough to be joined by two of our girlfriends for this race!)
And here are the after pictures! Still pretty pumped.
I'm heading out now to celebrate with dinner with the cutest boy in the world, and then I'm pretty sure I'll get a good night's sleep. One that's well-deserved, if I do say so myself.