My tempo run yesterday yielded some pretty interesting numbers. Four miles at an average pace of 9:55. Squeeze me, what did I just type?! I recrunched the numbers three times to make sure that was right. That’s just two seconds slower per mile than my 5K PR pace. And this was just a tempo run on some hilly terrain. Things are beginning to look up for me speed-wise.
The soon-to-be-marathoning Roisin (good luck, buddy!) has tagged me. I’m supposed to list six random things about myself and then tag ten other people. I’ll list the randomness, but I’m half-assing the tag bit. I’m tagging Razz (ha ha sucker!) and then anyone else who hasn’t been tagged but wants to do it or just needs some blog fodder.
Okay, here we go:
1. I’ve never skied or ice skated even though I grew up in NH.
2. I applied to be on the Amazing Race with Ellen. We obviously were not accepted. My sister and I then planned on applying together (you’re not allowed to apply with the same person more than once), but I am currently ineligible because I live abroad. (A-holes.)
3. I have a history of ganglion cysts (thanks for the genetic ‘gift’, Mom). They’re benign little bastards that reside in and around my wrists. I had one removed from the top of my left wrist when I was 19. Two small ones have cropped up over the last couple of years, one on the side of my left wrist and one on the top of my right wrist. (FYI, mine aren’t anywhere near as prominent as the ones pictured on the Wiki page. Those are gross.) If and when I need to get them removed (only if they cause me pain, which currently they do not), I’m going to end up with a bunch of scars that make me look like a depressed idiot who doesn’t know how to commit suicide properly. Oy.
4. Speaking of scars, I have a scar which runs down the center of my lower lip. When I was two, I fell down and broke my lip open on a lollipop stick. Thankfully I ended up needing just one stitch. For the longest time there was a little dot of scar tissue beneath my lower lip that looked a bit like a whitehead. Not pleasant to have especially as I entered my teen years. But eventually my lips filled out some and that little dot is now no longer visible.
5. I’m currently working on my fourth university degree and have just begun my twelfth year as a student in higher education. Afraid of the real world much? It’s amazing how overeducated yet unknowledgeable I am.
6. I’m afraid I may alienate a lot of you with this last random personal fact, but whatever. I don’t often drink alcohol. It’s not a religious, moral or medical thing. I just don’t like the taste of it. This makes me a complete anathema to the archaeological community since archaeologists have a tendency towards alcoholism. I guess it helps them forget why they decided to pursue a career with no job prospects. Anyway, I’ve tried loads of different drinks (beer, wine, most hard liquors, a million different cocktails), but all of it tastes like poo to me. I’m still open-minded and will have a glass of champagne at a wedding or try someone’s drink at the pub if they offer, but otherwise I just end up having water or a soda. Yes, I do know how unutterably boring I am.
Okay, that’s way more than enough about me. Good luck to all you racers this weekend. I can’t wait to hear all about your triumphs come Monday. I’m especially interested in the reports of you marathoning virgins. So far Chia’s account has scared the ever-loving hell out of me (I heart you, Chia, but your marathon experience was freaking brutal!), so I need some reassurance that my decision to run Florence isn’t completely mad. Yes, I’m selfish.
Have a good weekend everyone!