Baby tempo run #1 for this year is in the bag. The plan was to run a total of 5K with the tempo part being a brief 0.9 mile loop in the middle. My slow-ass was praying for a sub-10 minute per mile pace which means I needed to complete the loop in less than 9 minutes. (I state this for those who are mathematically-impaired).
That’s a 9:04 mile pace, folks. That’s pretty impressive for me. What’s not so impressive is the part of my left lung that was left out on the trail somewhere. Not exactly a tempo run per se. Next week’s 1.1 mile attempt will hopefully be completed in a more reasonable (for me) 9:45ish pace. Here’s to hoping.
Throwing in the towel
As you may or may not have noticed, I haven’t been commenting on a lot of blogs. That’s because I’m super busy again. My Google Reader taunted me last night with 322 unread posts. I couldn’t take it anymore and finally pressed ‘Marks All As Read’.
Besides the core group of blogs I’ve been reading since I started blogging, I also try to read those of the people who visit and comment at Diggin’ It, but I just can’t keep up anymore. Reading takes up a huge chunk of time and then trying to come up with a halfway thoughtful comment eats up more of my time. I’m sorry, but I just can’t do this right now. Maybe I’ll be able to be super present in the RBF blogosphere once I’ve finished my degree. And before I finally get a teaching post when I may be forced into bloggy retirement. We’ll see. Until then, please except my apologies. And please don’t forsake me and my blog. I crave your attention and approval. I’m needy like that.
To try to end this post on a funnier note, I thought I’d let you all get a little peak into my family’s screwed up dynamic. Recently, my sister Z was visiting our dad in NE. My sister is only 18 months older than myself (though she looks barely past the legal drinking age) and is unmarried. She currently has a boyfriend with definite long-term potential (if he ever removes his head from his ass—I’m going to make a great sister-in-law, don’t you think), but we try not to mention this to our dad as he is a very meddlesome sort of person.
So during this visit, my dad manages to trick my sister into going for a car ride with him. This enables our dad to lecture/badger/question us at length in a confined space since there’s no way for us to extricate ourselves from the situation unless we want to exit a moving vehicle. Believe me, we’ve thought about it.
Anyhoo, my dad turns to my sister and manages to unintentionally paraphrase the opening scene from My Big Fat Greek Wedding by saying this:
‘You know, you getting up there. Just get it done, okay.’
Our lovely but archaic Greek father has been pestering my sister to get married for years and now he’s finally down to using the age card. She’s not even officially 32 yet, but dad still has the Greek village mindset where many girls (at least in his time and before) were married off around the age of 16.
The trials of having an old school foreign parent. Makes for decent blog fodder though.
All right, that’s it for me. Hope you all have a happy hump day. Later gators.