I spent a lot of wasted hours at the gym this morning do not being able to sleep sleep. It turns out I'm still on Hawaii time, 4 hours earlier. AM: 20 minutes on the elliptical, 20 minutes on the recumbent bike and a 5k at half marathon pace. Followed by lots of stretching, sitting, and watching TV while everyone else work hard around me. PM: Met up with Allie to go over the course for the haunted half on Saturday. it seems like it's going to be mostly downhill, but there are several miles that are certainly up. It makes me nervous pacing the 130 group now. If anyone would like to come help pace, or meet me on any part of the course to make sure I'm doing okay, you would be a saint. I'm sure I'm overthinking it. 5 miles at 7:35 AP Downhill and I was breathing harder then I should have. What? The best part was when I went over to Allie's after the run, she offered me Gatorade. since I didn't want that much, I asked for a cup to drink it in. She proceeds to look through several cupboard in the kitchen while climbing on top of cupboards to retrieve some brand new cups (still wraped) likely from her wedding. Meanwhile, I see a bunch of "cups" in her cupboard and tell her one of those would be fine. "Oh you mean a mug?" apparently in the Moore household, mugs and cups are completely different. I learned a lot that night. She has a darling house and a stores worth of brand new running shoes to go with it. I've never seen anything like it before. I drank Gatorade in a mug. |