Another Run Bites the Dust

This was my mantra during my race pace run. I usually like to start nice and slow, but for these race pace runs I do my best to kick it in to gear right away. This is more challenging in the evening because I've been on my feet all day, usually in heels, and it was even more so challenging this evening because my legs are still tired from all the hills on Saturday. I think I shall have to say bye-bye to my heels until after the marathon :( Well, mostly goodbye. I will still let myself wear them on special occasions- like Jacquelyn and Kristy's wedding days. But now that I think about it, if I cut out high heels and the like, I don't know that I really have any shoes to wear. Hmmmm.....

Anyways, back to my mantra. I kicked it in to high gear right from the start. This mantra popped in somewhere around 0.5 miles. I thought, what a clever title for today's post. For about the next 3 - 4 miles I kept singing this over and over in my head. Maybe this can be my mantra on race day. Doo doo doo, another run bites the dust. Another mile gone, another mile gone, another bites the dust. You get the picture.

During the run I saw little people soccer. They were like a school of fish chasing after that ball. Very cute. There were also the usual boot camps and TONS of people running with their dogs or baby joggers. All in all it was a pretty good run and I finished at a pretty good pace. I think my app played a trick on me somewhere between 1 and 1.5 miles. I'm pretty sure it credited me with more speed and distance than was warranted but I'm okay with that ;)

What I did not appreciate on my run was the stupid boy who yelled out his window as his car drove past. This happened to our group on Saturday as well. What would possess someone to think it's okay to just yell at someone else? Maybe they should get out of their car and try some physical activity and perhaps get a taste of their own medicine. I mean, it's not like yelling out the window is a good way to pick up chics. Come on fellas, have some class. Good thing it doesn't phase me. I just keep plugging along and don't even acknowledge the ruckus. Doo Doo Doo, another run bites the dust.

Oh and I forgot to tell you all a 'funny' story from Sunday morning. So I'm sound asleep early Sunday morning, in prepartion of another early day to go to work for a half day (yes it was a Sunday), when all of a sudden I find myself shooting up to a sitting position. At first I didn't realize what had startled me so, but then I heard that unmistakeable pumping of Emma's stomach. This meant she was going to barf any second. We ran outside and she did her thing. We made it just in time. She started to try to eat whatever had just come up, so I had to run out bare foot, in my jammies, and half alert of my surroundings, in attempt to get her to stop. It was too dark to  see what she had eaten not did I really care considering it was 3 a.m. I left it for morning.

I'll give you a second to guess what she might have eaten........When Emma was a puppy, see the picture below for a glimpse of the cute little nugget as a pup, she liked to nibble on socks, shoes, wallets, toilet paper, undies, textbooks, etc. You name it, she ate it. It always came out one way or another. I thought we had graduated from this phase....but apparently not.

About 9 hours after she had barfed, I was able to take a look and figure out what she had eaten. Sadly it was one of my special running socks. When one sock costs about $7, you can bet I'm going to try to salvage that. I've never attempted to salvage anything Em has regurgitated but I might have to make an exception. We'll see.....

I would like to thank Butch & Lynn and Brad & Sharon. They recently donated to the American Cancer and helped me break my (third) goal of raising at least $2500. This is absolutely amazing. Thank you everyone. Your support means so much to me and it really has kept me going through this process. It would be so easy to give up but my commitment to you all and my grandpas is what keeps me going.

That's it for now. On schedule for tomorrow 10 miles. I'll give a shout out to Cesse who will be plowing through 12. You can do it! And then Thursday will be a lovely day of rest. Holla :)