Another lovely Monday morning here in New Wye, and as yet, nothing horrible has happened. This is a massive improvement over last Monday morning in almost every way.
The weather here has gotten (at least temporarily) cold and crisp and blue and dry and perfect. I plan to enjoy every minute of it while I can because soon enough, like tomorrow, it’s going to be back up in the mid-to-upper 70s with humidity and clouds. Lately I’ve been especially loving the weather while running. It’s approximately fifty times more enjoyable to run out among the trees than it is to run on the treadmill, so as long as the New Wye weather obliges, I’ll be taking it outside where the air is fresh instead of stifling and reeking of sweaty sorority girls.
Speaking of running, the 5K I am doing with a couple of friends has crept up on me — it’s taking place this Saturday! I feel ready. I just hope the race officials don’t object to runners wearing iPods, because frankly I will be lost without my Power Tunes. I have also decided to run a 12K race in December. I was looking for something to do this winter to keep myself motivated, and I happened to find a 12K on 12/12. Twelve is my favorite number and 12/12 is my birthday and, even better, this is exactly 8 weeks away and I found an 8-week training plan. Training starts today. Clearly this is fate, right? So I’ll be ringing in my 33rd year* by running more miles** in a row than I have ever run before. Here’s to new things!
Asterisked Bitching Commences Below:
*I hate it when people misuse the phrase “my Nth year.” If I am turning 32, I will be beginning my 33rd year of life. Not my 32nd, because clearly I will have already lived 32 years on that day. Why do people always get this one wrong?
**Why are running races mostly measured in kilometers even in countries where we use imperial measurements? Why do we run 5 kilometers instead of 3 miles? Also, FYI, 12 kilometers is equivalent to 7.5 miles. Holy crap.