Today my knees feel like Jello with chunks of fruit in it.
this is because I ran 18 miles yesterday.
Actually, it was more like 16 with a mile+ of walk breaks, but I’m still very proud. My sister Theresa and I will be one of many folks running the Boston Marathon without actually qualifying. We’ll just jump in during all the mayhem of the starting line and coast along with the crowds for 4 or 5 hours.
4 or 5 hours.
In order to survive, Theresa and I take 1 minute walking breaks every 15-20 minutes. It allows a little recovery time early on, making the long distance seem a little less overwhelming.
but starting back up after a walking break feels like you’re feeding your legs through a blender. Excruciatingly painful.
In other news I saw the lovely Jill this weekend. we had planned to celebrate valentines day by going to a classy restaurant. But the restaurant ended up blowing their water heater, so we got chinese.
but really? nothing says love more than a heaping plate of lo mien and some crab rangoon.
I carved her a box with a tree in it as a gift. I burned the leaves into the box and filled it with small wooden hearts. It came out really fantastic, I was proud. Jill gave me a handsome watch which makes me feel extremely professional. I’m wearing it at this very moment.
And thus ends another wonderful weekend.