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September 2, 2007
the long weekend
Friday was almost a perfect day.
It started with Run 62 (Run now needs to be capitalized), the offical last run in Augustathon. I had the day off, so the hour was not obscene. I met up with N, G and A. The run was okay, we did 7k, I think if it had been 5k, we could of upgraded the rating to great.
After a curry lunch with a bunch of friends it was marathon shoe buying time! I somehow walked out of the store with two new pairs of shoes. My favs, Brooks Glyercines and some super fast New Balance 825 that promise to take 20 minutes off my time. Apparantely these fantastic shoes will make me so fast I wouldn't even have to train any more.
Then it was time for self indulgent bliss with a little bit of pain in the form of a massage. Completely wonderful until the hot massage guru turned up the music, so the people in the waiting room wouldn't hear me scream. He spent 15 minutes on my IT band that was nothing short of torture.
Later, I met up with a few friends, actually one friend and her husband and a few of his buddies at the golf club. After a few beers one of the buddies seemed particularly pleasant. He didn't run so I couldn't woo him with my 'running everyday' fabulousness, I don't play golf, so no common ground there. I would have to rely on what nature gave me, wit and boobs. There were a few laughs and I caught a couple glances, but that was about it.
Saturday morning I met up with the group and got run 63 in, in my new shoes. Then spent the afternoon lounging by the pool, like the woman of leisure I was truly meant to be. When I got home, guess who had called? That's right folks, pleasant guy from the golf club.
We met up for dinner last night. Food was good, conversation very easy, lots of laughter and very few silences.
But, yes there is always a but.
I think he could be a potential alcoholic or at least in serious training. We had two bottles of wine, I had maybe two glasses, probably one and a half. Both bottles were empty. Don't get me wrong. I like to drink as much as the next Lohan, but a bottle and a half of wine on a first date seems slightly excessive, so now my alarm bells are ringing.
This morning was our long run. Which went from 16 miles yesterday, to 14 on the way to the park then 12 by the time we started running. It was a tough 12 miles today. Thankfully everyone else had a hard run too. There is something soothing in knowing that everyone else was feeling crap too!
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Here's the stats on the last two months
July - 274km/170 miles, average pace 6.22 per km/10.17 per mile
August - 297km/185 miles, average pace 6.12 per km/ 9.53 per mile
Posted by Ali at September 2, 2007 4:14 PM
Comments
"Apparantely these fantastic shoes will make me so fast I wouldn't even have to train any more."
:-D
Posted by: JoggerBlogger at September 2, 2007 5:14 PM
I hate that there's always a "but". Bah!
Posted by: Allison at September 2, 2007 11:28 PM
There is always the BUT...good for you for keeping your guard up. I met someone...but I won't be blogging yet.
Onto the really important things...your running really rocks! I am so impressed. I will admit that I thought of you when I didn't feel like dragging myself to the park yesterday and then had a fabu run! I might give the ...athon a try for October. My marathon is Sept 29...I don't want to change much right now!
Posted by: Michelle at September 3, 2007 7:51 AM
All sounds good and new shoes are always the best.LOve the mileage keep it up!!!!
Posted by: rae at September 3, 2007 12:07 PM
run 64? AWESOME..awe inspiring...how fast were the new fast shoes? I love new fast shoes but it doesn't last long so save 'em for the one that counts!
Posted by: ff_jeff at September 3, 2007 2:40 PM
Congrats on the run. It does feel better when others were suffering along with you.
Posted by: Andria at September 4, 2007 5:02 PM