1. I was cranky. And tired. And kind of hungry. And did I mention I was cranky? But you know what? Even though all I wanted to do was go home after work, throw on some comfy sweats and not deal with people until I go into work at 1 p.m. on Friday I didn't. Nope. I got in my car and pointed it towards the YMCA. Because I knew even though it was going to hurt, I knew once I started running I would feel better. And I did. For 6.2 miles I lost myself. There was no more work drama. No more work frustrations. And while I'm still tired, the run did exactly what I needed it to. It made me feel better. More relaxed.
2. Anyone ever run a race with a Portsmouth start? I'm running a 5K this weekend, the St. Joe's 5K, and it's got a Portsmouth start. According to the race brochure each runner is assigned to a wave based on their age and gender and the wave is determined by the USATF 5K single age road race records. The clock counts down to zero, with the slowest waves starting first, and once the clock hits zero, it starts counting up. Your finish time is clock time plus wave start time. Hmmm. Sounds like it could be interesting. But the race course looks like it'll be pretty neat. There's an old railroad trestle that goes over a lake that's been converted into a rec trail that we'll be running over. Should be a nice course, but there is the possibility the trail could be a bit crowded.
3. Now that the run is out of the way and I'm in my comfy pajamas, I'm planning on settling into my recliner, turning off the lights, popping Dear John into my DVD player and losing myself in a movie. Sounds like a good way to end a not-so-good week to me.