Kookily, I ran without Little G today. Just plain ole forgot him at home–I trekked into the city for a run around lunchtime and spaced on my green guy. Used my iPod instead to time the run, so I know I ran for 45:25 minutes. I think I ate too much for Thanksgiving; I think I’m retaining water (TMI?) from all the salt in yesterday’s food; I think I am looking forward to tomorrow’s 9-miler and Sunday’s 8k Duck Trot race in Eisenhower Park (put on by the Long Island Road Runners Club.)
Saw Zombieland tonight with Husband. I loved Shaun of the Dead, too. The appeal has to be the zombies’ innate stupidity (stupid is just straight-up funny) combined with the great fun of watching their heads get bashed in, bodies driven over, and brains blown out. Hey, I never claimed it was an intellectual delight. Zombieland provided a new mantra for tough spots in races or workouts: “Time to nut up or shut up.” And, I extracted a promise from Husband: if New York City is ever overrun with zombies, he will protect me. Phew.
I really like what this running blogger has to say about Matt Fitzgerald’s interview with Kara Goucher about training by feel. In fact, I like Jaymee’s blog in general, there is great back-and-forth in the comments, too.
Here’s a picture of a place on East 14th Street between 2nd & 3rd Avenues, where I nursed many, many Cosmopolitans with CB in the late 90’s. I was a poor grad student when CB and I would slink in and sit for hours, soaking in the absurdity of the other imbibers and sharing stories of our single girl lives. I snapped it tonight on the way to the movies because it made me happy to remember those times with my best girl.