I have no interest in qualifying for Boston.
I don’t care if I never win a race or even my age group.
I won’t be devastated if I never PR again.
But I want to run fast. And I don’t mean “fast for me”. I want to run 6 minute mile fast.
So I can fit more miles into my day.
I got the news yesterday that my refrigerator can not be repaired. Did you know that rodents like to chew the drain tubes to get to the water? Now you do. Ours was kind enough to chew it in such a way that we can’t put in a new tube. Thanks, Mr. Rodent.
So, this morning, I had the pleasure of refrigerator shopping. I dropped the boys off at camp and hit up Home Depot, Sears, Best Buy and HHGregg. While I was out, I also hit up Trader Joe’s for some groceries (since I can only fit a few days worth in our beer fridge) and a sporting goods place to get a tent for Cub Scout camping (which I’m sure will be a post on its own…).
I arrived home with 59 minutes to grab my handheld, put on sunblock, and run. See, if I were fast, I could have knocked out 8-10 miles. Instead, I had to settle for 5 miles in 50:20 and a quick stop at the house for the bathroom and the car keys. I then proceeded to pick up Shoo while still literally dripping sweat on the ground.
MCM Mama – Bringing classy to a whole new level.
I think I need a new sticker.