The Xenia’s one-woman Thanksgiving Turkey Trot 5K was a success. Amazingly, I not only scored first place in my age group, but I also placed first overall. Outstanding, no? :)
Turns out I did get to celebrate Turkey Day properly this year, just not on the Thursday. Sunday night, I brought over a green bean casserole to a friend’s where he had cooked up an entire Thanksgiving Day feast. He did an amazing job, especially being heavily handicapped as he was (he’s British). Included in the menu was pumpkin pie. Amazing homemade pumpkin pie. It was delish! So for all of you who ate an extra slice of pie for me last Thursday, I’d just like to say thanks for your efforts, fatties. Too bad it was all for naught.
Here comes the rain again...
Contrary to my often inane ramblings on this blog, I’m not an idiot. I did realize England’s reputation for gray skies and perpetual rain. However, it’s one thing to understand it in a theoretical sense, but entirely another to live it.
This island’s BFF status with the jet stream is effing killing me. It rains all the damn time except for a few moments here and there. Light drizzle, steady rain, outright downpour with gale force winds. If a type of rain exists, it’s present in England.
Monday marked the beginning of Week 1 of my marathon training. I was supposed to go to the gym to swim. Nope, didn’t happen even though I felt like a total lard-ass after the Thanksgiving feast the previous day. Early this week we had a cold snap. Add to this the perpetual rain and there was no way I felt like waking up early to cycle in the freezing rain to the pool. Instead I pigged out on sugary goodness to celebrate my unstoppable aging process.
Tuesday rolled around with the first planned run of my training schedule—a simple 3 miler. Yup, you guessed it—freezing cold temps, incessant rain and my wimpy fatty self decided snoozing for an extra hour was a much better option than running in cold rain.
Finally on Wednesday, the cold snap disappeared and we were left with our usual mildly cold rainy conditions. It was drizzling Wednesday morning and, I hate to admit it, but I wimped out AGAIN. I resolved that no matter what the weather was like I was going to run that evening.
A little after 7 pm, I cycled home in a downpour. I trudged into the house and up the stairs and got my running gear on. I made sure my ipod was encased in its ghetto water resistant sleeve (i.e. a ziploc bag I cut up) and out the door I went.....into a perfectly lovely evening. It was no longer raining. Sure there were gigantic puddles everywhere, but I wasn’t being pissed on by the sky gods and that’s all that mattered.
I clocked in my best 5K time in weeks on that run. Psyched up about running and being in training mode again, I headed out early this morning for my second planned 3 miler for the week. It was a helluva lot slower than the first, but what did I expect after only 12 hours of rest in between.
Anyhoo, all this is to say I’m back on track with my training plan and feeling good. I’m looking forward to swimming tomorrow morning and running my first long run in ages this weekend. It’s only a measly 6 miles but since I haven’t been running more than 4 miles in the last couple of months, it’ll definitely seem long to me.
Okay, back to the dissertation grind for me. I’ll catch up with you guys when I can.