How is it already Thursday?  I considered making this a Catuesday post, but then I realized it was Wednesday, which makes it Whine Wednesday.  Except that’s it’s Thursday.

Oops.

Guess the week is flying by!  Soon it will be ROCK AND ROLL time.

Yesterday’s run:  cold and wet.  This is why I belong to a gym.  But no, I had to be all "hard core".  Fail.

Today’s workout:  AWESOME.  I don’t know what we did.  All kinds of stuff.  Pull ups, lunges with stuff overhead, sprints, burpees, and we also argued over whether the mats in the gym are orange (me) or red (Mike).  I believe I was correct. 

Got home to this on the doorknob:

The race goes quite near my house, so they must have gone door to door and given everybody one!  Very considerate.  One thing that just occurred to me was that Jen and I probably need to leave the area by 6:30 am (road closure time) in order to GET to the race without having to drive completely out of our way.  We should be able to manage that…

Since when did leaving the house at 6:15 to run start sounding like a good idea?

Here’s hoping!  If it stays cool, it’s just a mental game for me.  Of course…that’s where I break down.

(If you’re asking yourself, what is the point of this post, you are doing the same thing I am.)

(The point is I am setting my goals for Sunday’s race.  2:30)

(and I am excited!)

(also my wedding dress came in, I need to make an appointment at the store but I want to bring a friend and scheduling is hard.)

Sunday I ran in the Go! St Louis Halloween 10k.   When I signed up, I thought I would be running with a friend or two, but people were too focused on next week’s race.  Oh well, I don’t mind running alone, it’s character building!

I love the gloves!  And another long sleeve technical fabric shirt.

I got there pretty early because I always worry about parking downtown.  It was easy so I had plenty of time for people watching.  Honestly I didn’t see any really cool costumes—I saw better ones for the 80’s race.  It might have been that the people with awesome costumes just weren’t nearby.  Alternately, it is harder to run a 10k than a 5k.  (10k is 6.2 miles, 5k is 3.1 miles.)

The starting line.  Madness, of course.  I considered starting in the very front but decided it would be a better idea to go further back.

A self-portrait!

There were lots of people!  I should also tell you I went to the symphony concert the night before and then out with friends, so I was functioning on about 5 hours of sleep.  When my alarm went off, I seriously debated not going.  I’m glad I did!

The race was great.  It went through Soulard and then back.  It was hilly but nothing I couldn’t handle.  (It seems everywhere in St Louis is hilly.)  There were a couple rough spots in the race.  First, my shoes came untied…twice!  I was really annoyed by that.  Second, my socks (not running socks, but Halloween socks) started rubbing the bottom of my foot to the extent that I was in some serious pain for mile 4 and 5.  I had to forge ahead, but maybe next time I will reconsider fun socks for a 10k.  The last big challenge was when I was running on part of the course from the April half marathon, and I remember how AWFUL I felt that day and I started to panic just a little bit.  Oops.  But I pushed through and finished strong!  This was only my second 10k ever, and it was a PR.  Let’s hope I can continue my PR streak into next weekend (2:30 or bust)!!

Enjoy some photos!  (Just don’t feel like writing anymore…overall, fun race, good times, would do it again next year.)

In my head I remembered this tweet as "Leslie and some bikers will ride out to meet me there" and had this whole Lord of the Rings inspired fantasy going on (like the riders of Rohan).  But I see, looking at the tweet again, that Dad didn’t say "ride out".  Oops.  I THINK this is the end of the road for him, but I’m not 100 percent sure. 

Dad at his cousin’s house in New Mexico.  I’m trying to figure out if the top of his head actually has stripes, perhaps from his helmet, or if that is a trick of the light. 

Oh, and I ran a 10K this morning.