H Is for Holy Crap

Holy crap, my muscles are really tight! I’ve stretched morning & evening for three days straight and they are all like little bags of cement (and not because they are toned, either).

Holy crap, is it really going to snow a foot tomorrow? Are we really going to have blizzard-like conditions? Holy crap, I am freaking out–I am supposed to run 8 miles at race pace!

Holy crap, today was another killer day at the office. For every one task I tagged & bagged, there were three more getting in line waiting to get IDed for their wristband at the all ages show. Er, or something like that.

Holy crap, I thought for sure I was coming down with a cold before lunch today. I skipped the tweet-up speed workout because of it. Luckily I seemed to have knocked that one out early.

Holy crap, I ran home over the bridge tonight and it was absolutely crystal. Perfect temperatures, clear air, light traffic. I managed the 4.25 miles in 38 minutes, not bad for a woman who was ignoring a headache and exhaustion moments before she broke into a jog.

P.S. — Holy crap! I totally left Little G at home this morning so I ran home untethered to that big Garmin satellite in the sky. I felt like I could have skidded down the slope, rode off the rails, without that invisible filament guiding me like a cable car.

Songs I ran to: “Head Rolls Off” by Frightened Rabbit, “Heads Carolina, Tails California” by Jo Dee Messina, “Heart of Glass” by Blondie, “Heartbreaker” by Led Zeppelin, “The Heat” by Anjulie, “Heaven Tonight” by Hole, “Hella Good” bu No Doubt, “Henrietta” by the Fratellis, “Her First Mistake” by Lyle Lovett, “Here’s to the Meantime” by Grace Potter & the Nocturnals. Apologizes, crew–I recently ran to the letter H, in December (and here’s the December 2008 “H” playlist).