Time Keeps on Slippin’

Name that song!

 

I certainly meant to blog in the last two weeks, but I mean to do lots of things and that rarely works out. I’m generally one of those that is a content consumer rather than a content producer which pretty much means I’ll never write a book because I’d just rather read one.

 

Anyway. Things happened since I last wrote, and most of it had nothing to do with running:

Exhibit A: I'm engaged to be married
Exhibit A: I’m engaged to be married.

 

Exhibit B: I really did graduate from Clemson.
Exhibit B: I really did graduate from Clemson.

 

Exhibit C: I have a job. I'm a barista, and doing my part to perpetuate the stereotype of underemployed persons with advanced Humanities degrees.
Exhibit C: I have a job. I’m a barista, and doing my part to perpetuate the stereotype of underemployed persons with advanced Humanities degrees.

 

As you can see, it’s been a reasonably busy couple of weeks. I’m not really sure on many wedding details, but it’ll work out and be awesome. And I’m not really sure when and how I’ll find a proper career, but will also work out and be awesome. And I don’t know how long I’ll be able to maintain this level of optimism, but it’s worked out for the better part of 30 years and is mostly awesome.

 

I’ve also been running, and there are now only 9 weeks left until the marathon. In many ways I’m pleased with how my mileage and quality are going, but it’s often difficult to see progress in the day-to-day. Mostly I’m just kind of tired and feeling the cumulative fatigue that leaves my legs feeling flat. However, this morning I did a 20-miler that, while nothing all that impressive, was a negative split run that ended up being quite similar to a long run I did 5 weeks out from the marathon last year. But I’m 9 weeks out now and hitting about the same times in much hotter weather. So, progress? I hope so.

 

This coming Friday I’m going to race Midnight Flight 10k. I was fourth place woman there last year. I’m honestly not expecting much more than that, but I do hope to race smart and not let the hill in the last mile do too much damage to my legs (and ego).

 

I never know how to end blogs, so here's a picture of the fence Palmer built to keep the chickens out of the garden area in the backyard.
I never know how to end blogs, so here’s a picture of the fence Palmer built to keep the chickens out of the garden area in the backyard.
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