Biscuitpusher's Christmas calorie contest has kicked my running into high gear this week. Nothing like a little friendly competition to get me out of a funk. I'm so far away from winning the awesome prize, but I am totally enjoying the daily posts. Having the The Loop makes me relatively accountable for my running, like weekly-ish. Loopville makes me think about it more often--I see it throughout the day on FB, but I don't feel the need to contribute every day. This calorie contest is 'forcing' me to contribute every day and I definitely don't like the goose egg days.
I am normally a run every other day kind of
gal. Or 4 days a week if I am marathon training. I just have never
felt compelled to run each and every day. I love running, but hey, I
love rest days too. Most weeks I run 25ish miles, always more than 20,
but rarely in the low 30s. However, this week, I am at 34 and I still
have 1 more day left. And I am still excited to run!!!! I don't think I
could get this excited every week in a contest as the novelty would
wear off, but I am enjoying this novely.
Monday, I ran 16 miles on the dreadmill, or as one of my FB friends said, in the pain cave.
It was thunderstorming all frickin' day. Tuesday, I Christmas-ed
(booze + caloric-laden food=no running). Wednesday, I ran 3 easy miles.
Thursday, I ran a hilly 8 miler. Friday, I felt sickly so I rested.
Today, I ran 7 miles. And today's run wasn't that terrible--I felt
sluggish on the first mile, but then I settled into a comfy pace and
felt pretty good.
Tomorrow I plan to tackle the onerous task
of taking down the Christmas decorations. Ugh. Although, I must admit,
I really love getting my house back after the holidays. It's just a
pain because it takes a few hours and Adam is super busy this week with
everyone trying to use their flex spending for eyeglasses. He's working
2 6-day weeks and he's feeling sickly so I'll be the nice wife and let
him off the hook for Christmas un-decorating. Poor guy was all
NyQuil-ed up last night and I had to sleep in another bedroom so I could
get some peace and quiet. Hopefully, the worst of it is over and he
keeps all the cooties to himself. Yuck!