Part of My World

Polar Dash 2012

13.1 miles in the snow and slush. Grant Park-South Side loops. 2 hours, 16 minutes.

Sore.

Just a Saturday morning

My eyelids are swollen. It’s strange and making it so I can’t really look up. (What causes this??)

In other news, I’m going to go downtown and a run a half-marathon in 7 inches of snow in 20-degrees-feels-like-8-degrees weather.

sNOw

I’m not really excited about more snow. The weather folk are talking it up like we’re going to get 3-5 inches. That’s not quite enough to cancel or postpone Saturday’s half-marathon, but it’s enough to make it unpleasant and slippery and potentially I-will-fall-on-my-ass-if-it-doesn’t-freeze-off-first producing.

I want to do the half-marathon… but I also don’t.

It’s my third. And I know that I can run it, but I also know that I’ve gained a little weight, that I haven’t gone on a run in the past, hmm, week and a half, and that it’s going to be cold and uncomfortable. I know I can finish. I’m not trying to finish in any particular amount of time. I just want to run/walk 13.1 miles in January because I can. But I’m just not looking forward to it at the moment.

I was kind of thinking it might be interesting to run one half-marathon each month this year.

Or is that just crazy?

Maybe I should eat peanut butter and watch more Sons of Anarchy and then go to sleep instead of thinking about how much I don’t want to do something that I want to do and will feel good about and be successful in (and now my feelings about the half-marathon are starting to feel oddly parallel to my feelings about this doctoral program…).

Who am I.

“Feels like”

You know how ridiculous it is that the temperature right now is 17… but listed as “feels like 2”??? How is that even possible.

In other news, four hours of sleep is not enough, coffee and bagels may be my saving grace today, and now I need to finish writing a paper, edit the horrible spatial theory paper, and plunk up some sort of outline of things I want to talk about for my part of the presentation. Paper #1 needs to be done by my noon meeting. Then I have until 3 for the other stuff.

I’m a little regretful that I signed up for yoga class tonight, but I guess I’ll go, then go home to eat dinner (mmm an avocado awaits me) and then pass. out.

What a start

Had a dream where I was trapped in a laundry room, with a killer in the house. I sat there watching him for a while, watching him clean his gun, knowing he was hunting me, that I had no way out, that it was only a matter of time. And then he pushed open the door to find me, and I tried to shoot the gun I had but apparently didn’t know what I was doing, and he fired his first, and then I woke up, heart pounding.

My alarm went off a few seconds later, and for a brief second, I thought, whoa, I should learn to shoot a gun. Then I realized, there’s no way in hell.

Also, it’s still dark (at 6:40 a.m., the earliest I’ve been up in quite a while) and cold (12 degrees). So many reasons to go back to sleep, but I have no desire to go back to that dream, and anyway, there is so much work ahead of me before my 11 a.m. meeting.

I’m a little fixated on the idea of a sweater and coffee. On it…

Chicago wind is a bear.

The last 2.5 miles home on my run were rough.

SCREW YOU

Screw you, 9 miles.

I just ran 12.6.

BOOM.

Almost a half-marathon. In about 2.5 hours, including a short sit-down to appreciate the Chicago skyline, a couple brief walking breaks, and a little stretching and push-ups/crunches.

My lungs and right ankle hurt, but damn, that feels good.