Yesterday, I had a new “first:” the first time I have ever run five miles. It was a great first; cheaper than my first car, more difficult than my first job, and much more rewarding than my first real kiss. And the chafing—oh sweet mother of pearl, the chafing. That’s a first, too.
Mile 1: 10:27
Mile 2: 11:07
Mile 3: 11:46
Mile 4: 11:09
Mile 5: 10:58
Total Miles: 5.08 Duration: 56:18 Pace per mile: 11:05
Once again, I was supposed to maintain an 11:15-11:45 minute per mile pace, but I am now convinced that my body just isn’t capable of doing that. Perhaps I should try racewalking.
I can’t stop laughing.
I know, I know, it’s a “real sport,” and it’s mean of me to laugh, but seriously? Who came up with this?
When I read about my endeavors with running last year, I’m proud of how far I’ve come. Running, like coffee, is definitely an acquired taste. And I think I’m starting to like it. I never thought I’d say that.
Mondays are always hard on me, so by the time I was done with my run, I was bloody exhausted and had no idea what I wanted for dinner. I decided to make myself a snack plate, which was the perfect choice.
Cheddar, parmesan, and mozzarella cheese.
Carrots and celery.
Pickles and brined garlic.
Sardines with caper dill mustard (aka, my new favorite condiment).
And a big hunk of sourdough bread.
Snack plates make fabulous dinners.
I ended my meal with something sweet.
The more I eat, the more fortunes I get!
I started Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 while I ate my dinner and went to bed just after Dobby was laid to rest. I’m such a sucker when it comes to Harry Potter; I cry every time one of my characters die. They are so much more real to me than chick flicks ever will be, and perhaps that’s because I grew up with Harry.
Definition of a well-rounded person: one who runs for fun, eats sardines for dinner, and cries at Harry Potter. That’s me.