There You Go

I never used to think much about a 10k race before.  I neither liked it or disliked it. A 10K race was kind of neutral territory, used as a training run.  I've come to the realization that I like the distance of this race, perhaps it's because the shinsplints have not gone away in entirety, and I'm not beat up after 10K.

Saturday the track club participated in the Super Run 10K, which is a kick-off to Super Bowl weekend.  Hubs and I arrived at the crack of dawn, checked in the confines of our warm car until it was time to warm up and stretch with the group.  I ended up taking a different warm up route with the Heffers around the parking lot instead following the track club.  I'm not sure where they ran to, but it was further than a lap around the parking lot.

The race start was somewhat uneventful, and I had no pre-race jitters.  The Garmin was on at the start line and just ran based on how I felt.  I felt good, and never felt like I was pushing it.  I was allowing myself some slack just because training has been hit and miss between getting a sinus infection and working over time. The race started at South Shores Park, where the San Diego Rock 'n' Roll Marathon/Half Marathon finished last year.  The route took us through the Sea World parking lot, over the Ingraham Street bridges, to Crown Point and back.

I like this route and  was quite happy they didn't make us run around Fiesta Island this year. I would have been happy with a 1:06:00 finish time.  Much to my surprise I finished in 1:00:47.  That's a minute faster than last year.  I'll take it. Sure, it's at least 5 minutes off of a PR, but I'm happy.  Running makes me happy, anyway. 

Running in for the finish.  Just in case, that's me wearing the red top and black leggings. Photo credit to track club friend Doreen.

Post race we joined the Heffers for mimosas and breakfast at World Famous. Mimosas and a nice Belgian waffle brought me to yet another happy place, and we toasted to happy places. I for some bizarre reason we didn't take pictures at breakfast, but I managed to get this photo with my cell phone right after:

The view from World Famous and my cell phone. 

Another happy moment on Saturday was meeting my great niece, Kiley.

 My niece Ashley, my great niece Kiley, and moi. :)

Meeting Kiley was somewhat of a family reunion event.  Quite a few relatives came out of the woodwork to meet Kiley.  The last time a baby was born into the family was when Evan came into the world, about seven and a  half years ago.  Kiley is kind of a big deal, even though she's so small. 


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Wednesday's Song:
The Wind Cries Mary - Jimi Hendrix

PEACE

Rest Stop

My niece graduated from college this weekend. She worked full time while attending college, so earning her degree took some time, but she did it. I didn't attend the ceremony or the party, but I think she'll understand why I'm not there.

My good friends came by to visit today with their 1 year old daughter. They haven't been to the house in a while and we had a present for their little girl for her first birthday, which was a few weeks ago. I am always amazed how quickly babies change. They all visited me when I was in the hospital and the baby was barely walking, just holding on to everything as she stepped. Today, a week later, she was walking everywhere.

Not a lot going on, really, just more rest and fitting in some PT when I can.

Yesterday's song:
American Television - Ben Lee

PEACE

Geek In The Pink

Carb loading has commenced.

After babysitting for a friend yesterday, I hit the outlet mall near their house, in search of a pink athletic top to go with my pink running skirt. I'm usually all about function and comfort over cuteness when it comes to running clothes, but the Nike Women's Half marathon and Marathon are geared more towards women, and I thought it would be fun to get some new garb and be all girl-y girl in pink. I normally don't seek out the pink clothes, and for some reason I thought it would be easy to find a top to match my new pinky-pink runningskirt.com skirt. The task was easier said than done. The Nike outlet store had pink tops, only in x-tra large. I normally take a small or a medium, depending on the cut. I did find a singlet in my size for about $10 that had nothing to do with what I was looking for, but it was a bargain that I couldn't pass up. Over at the Adidas store, I did find several pink tops, but since I didn't have the actual skirt with me, I could only guess on the color, and made a purchase. Once I arrived home, I put the pink skirt and the pink top together. I thought the pinks didn't match quite right, and It sort of hurt to look at the two pinks together. My husband has an eye for color, and he seemed to think I could get away with wearing the two different pinks, but in the light of day, the pinks fight with each other, and loudly. Maybe if I were a 5 year old girl this look could work, but it didn't work on this 48 year old woman... I wonder how PinkChick - Dawn does it? She always wears her signature color, pink, to her run events. Since I had to trek out run errands this morning, I brought the skirt with me and matched it up to another top, which actually matches the color of the stripe on the pink skirt, and the colors don't fight. ;) Maybe I should have just stuck with function and comfort instead of fashion. Well, at least I'll be findable in a big crowd...

Oh yeah, I mentioned baby sitting. My friend and his wife have a 5 month old daughter. His wife went back to work for the first time in well over a year. I am officially their daughter's first babysitter. At 5 months old, she is but a rolly-polie ball of cuteness. So far, as babies go, she seemed easy-going and didn't pitch a fit when her parents left. Thank goodness... Once mom and dad returned, they offered me dinner and I obliged. While dining, they asked if my husband and I would be their daughter's Godparents. Wow. I was very surprised that they asked us, but very honored.

Regarding my last post:
I should have been a little more specific to what I wrote. The issue with my brother and talking is more of a sibling thing. I truly believe we want what's best for each other, but we still drive each other nuts. My brother is very high strung and regimented. I'm not high strung (or maybe not as high strung, if you ask my husband) and tend to go with the flow. We don't run at the same speed when it comes to running or life. My brother is a great guy and has been one of my biggest supporters when I started running. He just expects that I'll eventually "catch up" to him. I can run and talk, as long as you run and talk at my speed, and don't mind if I happen not to say anything from time to time.

I'll be back on Monday or Tuesday with my half marathon report!

Peace