I ran 3 miles yesterday. THREE miles, in a row, without stopping. I haven’t checked Ripley’s, but I’ve got to think that’s some kind of record. Of course I did it on a treadmill at zero incline, but my legs were moving and everything. I was going to go ahead and do the .2 so I could say I did a 5K, but then I would have been tempted to go to 3.5, and before you know it I’d be running four miles and who knows where this craziness might end.
One thing that helped was that I downloaded a cool app called Rock My Run. It lets you pick your favorite types of music, then puts them into a DJ mix of 30, 45, 60 minute lengths. You can even manually adjust the tempo so that it is the same speed as your stride. I’m not only a runner, I’m a high-tech runner.
After my run, I came home and wrote two chapters of my work-in-progress that I’m pretty sure stinks, then did some ACTUAL work for my actual job. Later, I cleaned house because Moon’s guitar teacher was coming, then I remembered he’d cancelled this week. I will not attempt to convey the depth of my despair when I figured that out. (Name that movie!)
Moon enjoyed her volleyball class. I’m not sure how well she is doing since we’re not allowed to stay and watch, but she’s into it, and it’s not Star Wars, so win!
Tomorrow I’m having my stitches removed, (thanks for all the cards and letters) and will be HORN FREE, which sounds much cooler when you sing it to the tune of BORN FREE, fyi. With my only blemish removed, I’ve got to say I’m pretty close to perfect. But you knew that already, amiright Kittens?
Practically Perfect in every way.