At Least The Weather Was Nice…

*Warning: This post is whiny and negative. Read ahead at your own risk.*

Tonight marks what could possibly have been the worst, most boring, and what felt like the longest 15 miles of my entire life. What frustrates me is that it should not have been. I was completely well-rested from my hurricane weekend inside lounging + not running much at the end of last week, it was a gorgeous night outside (everyone and their brother was on the Hudson River Path), and my friend Katie and I were running it together. Don’t worry, Katie totally agrees it was the longest and most boring long run. At points, we swore my Garmin was lying to us as each mile seemed painstakingly long.

I swear this was lying to me.

My lungs/cardiovascular system weren’t tired the entire run. It was my legs. I swear someone switched my legs with that of a 70 year old in my sleep last night. It felt like someone took some lightening bolts, shot them from my hips down and feet up and those lightening bolts met in the middle and exploded somewhere around my hamstrings every single step. To top it off, my right foot was throbbing (the ball of my foot and near the ankle if we want to be precise). On my walk home from the subway, I noticed I was pigeon toe walking like I do after a marathon along with the semi-limp I sport after races. Like I said, at least the weather was nice.

Listen, I know I’m being melodramatic. I’ve also self medicated after this run with diet root beer and ice cream – fake sugar and sugar, remedy for any bad run. Its my blog and I’ll whine if I want to. (Please listen to Lesley Gore’s 1960s “Its My Party” as you read my whiny-ness.)

What most frustrates me about this run is that I can’t explain why it happened. I can deal with the runs that you know will be bad because you know you just don’t feel great that day. But, I have a hard time dealing with those bad days I can’t explain.

It kind of reminds me of the one and only time I cried on the tennis court (and I’m not proud of it) ever. It was when I was a senior in college and we were playing a school in Boston that shall not be named. I think it was the last match of the regular season and, therefore, my tennis days were winding down. Team Smith (my doubles partner and I both had the last name Smith and got shirts that said “Team Smith: No Relation Just Domination”) dominated doubles and then I was up in my singles match 4-1. Then, it started raining, we went inside, the courts were a lot faster, and I went from being on fire to not being able to hit the side of a barn. I was completely blindsided by my newfound apparent inability to do anything right and was so frustrated I couldn’t make anything work that I just started crying. Unbeknownst to me, the same thing was happening to my teammates and I think every single one of us ended up in tears, leaving our coach with 8 sobbing girls begging for Panera to cure it all (seriously).

For some reason, Panera is what we went crazy for on our ventures out to suburbia for matches - along with Wegman's and Cheesecake Factory.

Oh well, you can’t win them all.

To end this on a positive note, I’ll tell you why this week and running itself is still awesome in my book: 1) At least I succeeded in my tempo run last week; 2) the US Open started today, meaning I will glued whatever channel the matches are on the next two weeks (For the record, I want Wozniacki and Federer to win, for now); 3) My family is coming up here this weekend (well, New Haven technically, but I will be joining them); 4) 3 day weekend next week; 5) The weather is fantastic post-Irene; 6) I still have some cookies and cream ice cream left.

TELL ME: Has anyone else had this happen to them? You’re not tired, but your legs are rebelling?

Or is it just me…(and does this substantiate my theory that I am not anatomically made for running…)

Or you can just tell me who you want to win the US Open.

Until next time…

What’s Up Wednesday

This is more like a “Thankful Things Thursday” post that Ali does, but whatever, let’s just go with it, people.

1. NOT BEING A 1st or 2nd YEAR MED STUDENT: Even though I won’t be done with my training until 2020, I have THANKFULLY put my sitting in lecture all day/marathon library sesh days behind me. My roommates are listening to lectures right now (all of our lectures in medical school are taped, which allows flexibility in attendance or the ability to re-watch a lecture in case you missed something, which I found very helpful) and the sound of it brings physical pain upon me. Even though the hours are longer as a resident, at least you are working with patients rather than staring at a book and make mountains upon mountains of note cards.

The pinnacle of my good studying habits, Step 1 of the USMLE boards - 10 hrs a day for 5.5 weeks...can you see the desperation in my face?

2. MY MAGIC RUNNING SHOES (aka racing flats): Behold the beauty:

I may or may not have bought these solely because they look cool.

I had a very hard time justifying this purchase to myself because, let’s get real here, I am NOT running that fast in races where a several ounces off my shoe is going to make a huge difference. However, I thought about it this way — would proper stringing make a novice tennis player better? Well, depends on a lot, but let’s say they haven’t had their racquet restrung in eons (and probably have no idea what string they are using). If I restrung their racquet at the appropriate tension with a decent string, then, yes, it would make a difference.

And, if you have question on what tension you should string at and what string to use – I’m your girl. (FYI: My favorite for my racquet, Babolat Pure Drive, is Luxilon Big Banger on the mains and Wilson NXT on the crosses, strung at 57 lbs.)

3. SATISFYING MY HUNGER WITH ICE CREAM. I have been super hungry this week for reasons unbeknownst to me. I don’t think I’ve been running any more than usual. Its probably from sleep deprivation on Sunday and, therefore, my leptin levels are increased and making me ravenous. Ice cream is doing the trick.

Cookies and Cream is my favorite, followed by Vanilla...in case you want to bring me some.

4. SCHOOL SUPPLY AISLES. The thought of buying new pens, highlighters, and notebooks is always exciting for me. I don’t want to be a true, lecture going student anymore, but  I like buying the accessories. I do not know why, but most likely because I am essentially a nerd. Also, proper pens are crucial to school success. I have recently discovered the Sharpie Pen — highly recommend.

You can write like a champ with this.

5. MY 5K THIS WEEKEND. I should not be excited for this race as its not like I’ve trained to run a fast 5K, but for some reason I’m ridiculously excited about it. I do not know why, but maybe its because I’m going to wear my new shoes which, clearly, are going to make my outfit that much better. Or maybe its because I’ve only done 2 prior 5Ks so 5Ks are kind of novel to me.

The last 5K I ran was in March. My goal was 24 min. The course was hilly and by the end I actually couldn’t see straight, my vision was sort of blurry, and I briefly considered that maybe this was unsafe. And then I saw the finish and all of my sanity went out the window. I threw up when I finished. And I ran 23:58. It was totally worth running far too fast and causing myself to throw up for those 2 seconds…at least in my world.

The only thing I do not like about 5Ks is that I never know when to “go” and by go is when I mean you throw down and run much faster than you should be. And I don’t really know how much to hold back in the beginning. Basically, I just don’t know what I should be doing so I end up just running far too fast from the beginning, then trying to hold on for dear life, and that is really fun for me. I guess I’m a glutton for punishment.

I’ve run about a bajillion 4 mile races which is pretty similar (right?) and I break those into 2 mile increments (1st half, 2nd half) and the last mile I go all out.

I know myself too well and most likely how it will go is I will run a far too fast 1st mile, but will think its ok because “I feel fine right now.” The second mile, I will want to die and probably slow down. The third mile (and the .1), I will still want to die from starting off to fast but the pain will be more tolerable as I will be near the end.

I’m spending far too much time thinking about this 5K. I will stop now.

Anyways, that’s what’s up this week.

So, people, if you have any 5K strategies to save me from my crazy self, please share.

Also, tell me what’s rocking your world this week, particularly if its ice cream related so I can go try that ice cream.

Until next time…

Why Can’t We Live In A Hotel All The Time?

Bonus points for whoever can name the video from which the title for this post came from!

And, if you can, we should be friends…because clearly we are on the same wavelength.

Anyways, I babysat for a friend of one of my “regular” families at the Crosby Street Hotel Tuesday night. It was AWESOME.

Why can't my real room be this room?

Before the couple left they told me to “literally order whatever my heart desires” off the room service menu because “its a work trip so the company is paying for it.”

Don’t mind if I do…

I started out with the following appetizer: summer melon, heirloom tomatoes, bucheron goat cheese, elderflower.

Sorry, I forgot to take a pic before I downed it. I chose this because 1) I love myself some heirloom tomatoes and 2) elderflower sounds like it would be in a Harry Potter wand. And, we all know how much I love Harry Potter.

Clearly, they forgot my wand in this picture. Its oak with elderflower and dragon heartstring.

Next, I got my iron in with bavette steak, fingerling potato salad, and quark vinaigrette. I don’t even know what quark is (besides being a particle smaller than an atom), but it was delicious.

Hotel life is really hard.

The most challenging decision of the night came with my dessert course (obviously, I was going to order dessert).

Do I go for the creme brulee, bittersweet chocolate, “roof top” mint, and local strawberries. Or do I go with a more classic chocolate sundae, cookie dough ice cream, and brownie bites reminiscent of something I may create at 16 Handles?

No, I chose this bad boy - choc cake, vanilla chip mousse, sorrel, morello cherry sorbet:

I may or may not have eaten this whole thing. You decide.

Then, I was feeling a bit chilly and called down to reception and ask “Umm, Hi…I’m not sure if you can do this, but if its not too much trouble, could someone bring me up a blanket?” The receptionist kind of chuckled and was like “duh! we can bring you up a blanket!” My blanket was there in less than 5 min.

Seriously, I’m moving into a hotel. Its awesome. I’m sure the rent is really cheap.

Before, I go, I have a “seriously” moment for you. I was typing away at emails today and my watch falls off my wrist. Take a look:

Seriously?

Yep, my band completely split in half at one point. I mean, isn’t this watch supposed to be super durable if it says “IRONMAN” on it?

This does say Ironman, correct?

This particular watch is a weakling ironman. One that would start crying during the swim portion.

So, sayonara, watch…you’ve seen me through good time and bad. I will miss your flowers you have on your face (you see them, right?).

So, people, tell me…COOLEST HOTEL you’ve ever stayed at…(or coolest vacation you’ve ever taken or something similar)..

I can’t count the Crosby Street Hotel because I didn’t actually stay there. I did stay at the Gansevoort Hotel when I was moving into NYU (way back in 2004) and, at that time, the hotel had just opened. I spent a lot of time on the rooftop there staring at the Soho Club pool (across the street) to see if I could spot any celebs.

Super cool, Meggie.

Also, here is where my title comes from, in case you didn’t guess it:

Oh, yeah, that just happened (if you watched it). Bonus points if you can tell which one is Mary-Kate and which one is Ashley.

Until next time…

Can’t Get Tempo Satisfaction

Ok, so the title of this post is not entirely true. Before we go on, PSA: Today is National Ice Cream Sandwich Day. I expect everyone to celebrate accordingly.

I did a tempo run (or was it intervals?!? too many running terms) today where I got a 1 min rest between each mile so I didn’t have a tempo spaz attack and freak out (the RC is wise, people).

It worked wonderfully. The RC is, therefore, a genius. I was able to hit the prescribed times the RC designated for me to do and actually sneaked under each time by about 5 sec. Hello, its always a competition in my world. Meggie vs Watch.

I kept the recoveries to 1 min. I didn’t give up or yell at myself. I’d consider today a success, yes?

Well, yes, it is a baby step forward and I was pretty excited about it afterwards, revved up by endorphins and the caffeine rush incurred from my post-run coffee.

But, then, the evil negative thought dragons emerge from the lair in the mountains of my brain. (Sorry, I just saw Harry Potter 7.2 yesterday so dragons, goblins, and wizards are on the brain…)

Dragon #1: The Hungarian Horntail saying, “You cheated.”

Oh, that just me on a quidditch broom being chased by a big dragon.

I guess with the 1 min breaks it is sort of “cheating,” so to speak. I mean “real runners” don’t need breaks on their tempo runs. However, I was told by a very wise triathlete that it is, in fact, not cheating and that it actually probably kept me running more smoothly and efficiently. Said triathlete is very good himself (he, like, wins triathlons, professional ones at that) so I believed him and then went to slay my dragon. My weapon of choice? The sword of Godric Gryffindor, duh…

Just my goblin buddy bringing me my sword.

Dragon #2: The Swedish Short Snout saying “It was far too hard towards the end to be a tempo run.”

This won't give children nightmares at all if displayed in their bedrooms...

Ok, fine, I’ll fess up my times and marathon goal because it will be hard to explain it otherwise. So, obviously, my goal is 3:35, which is the Boston Marathon qualifying standard for my age. That’s something like 8:12/mile. Today each mile was around 7:55 (prescribed pace was apprx 8 min/mile). By the third one, it felt kinda lactic acidy and hard. Of course, I take two issues with this:

1. Shouldn’t a tempo run not feel that hard towards the end? Shouldn’t you feel like you could’ve kept running at that pace?

I mean, after that 3rd one, I was definitely glad to be dunzo…

2. If 7:55 pace feels hard for 3 miles then how on EARTH I am going to run 8:12ish for 26.2 miles. And I run my long runs a lot slower than other people. And other people run a lot more miles per week than me. They put in the work, you don’t.

This, of course, brings me back to my eternal doubt, which is “do I set my goals too high?” and “do I think I’m better than I actually am?”

My wand is elm with dragon heartstring and reasonably pliable wood. It chose me, obviously.

I took out my Ollivander crafted wand (I am sorry for all the HP references, but they just fit too well) and have avada kedrava-ed (the killing curse, duh) dragon #2 with a few rationalizations.

1. If running wasn’t sometimes hard, you wouldn’t get better. And, its still early, you aren’t really in that great of shape speed wise, this could’ve gone a lot worse, it was a good step forward, stop trying to find reasons it wasn’t a job well done.

2. It is August. NYC 26.2 is in November. That is a lot of time. If you psyche yourself out in August, then you’re done for. Also, stop comparing yourself to other people, you idiot. You’re doing what’s best for you.

So, all day I’ve been letting go over negative thought balloons and slaying dragons (decked out in Gryffindor wizarding robes, duh) whenever one of those thoughts creeps in. I’m choosing to look at today like this:

Today was progress forward, you’re getting fitter because of it, it will pay off in the end, how you look at today is probably more important than what actually happened as it affects how you approach the next workout, the next race, etc. And, self, if you don’t set your goals really high, you won’t actually know how good you are.

So, I’m choosing to think that I am, indeed, a bad-ass and am really awesome and will run in November like a baller.

I wish I could be on of those people who just takes what transpires and is happy with it. But, if you can’t tell from the title of this blog, I contemplate/mull-over/overthink things a lot.

So, I’m going forward saying that “Yes, Meggie, today you were a baller” and attacking whatever dragons come my way with that attitude.

Until next time…

 

Stuff I Love, Love, Love This Week

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!? 3 days in a row. Clearly, I have a lot of free time on my hands these days.

Here’s what’s rocking my world this week:

[Also, grammar nerds, can you use two contractions in a row like I just did?]

1. Water in a “Jug”: Ahh, takes me back to my tennis days. With my little bro still playing tennis, we have plenty of these around the house. Anyways, I’m telling you, go get yourself one of these:

Best thing to happen to water since ice.

and then add water and ice. Water will never have tasted so good. Bonus – your ice turns to what one of my tennis buddies termed “white ice.” Basically, the ice is softer and easier to eat…and, therefore, amazing.

2. Oreo Cheesecake Ice Cream from Bruster’s: Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), there is a Bruster’s right behind my house. Since I’ve been home, I’ve had ice cream every night. And every night its a tough call between Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla or Brusters. After recently discovering Oreo Cheesecake ice cream, Blue Bell has gotten the shaft. I know, it sounds a little rich and gross, but I assure you it’s not. At this rate, I’m going to be waddling the NYC Marathon, not running.

3. My New Planner: I don’t have it, yet, as it has to be shipped from Korea (obviously South Korea – I do know who are allies and enemies are unlike Sarah Palin). I found it from another blog and the person who writes it is a doctor. So, if its good enough for doctors and Koreans, its definitely good enough for me. I basically liked the set up of it and that you can start using it at any time of the year (ie at the beginning of an academic year and not a calendar year, as I buy new planners at the beginning of an academic year)

I got the rose pink - you're shocked, right?

4. Tennis: Both playing and watching tennis. Right now, I’m writing this as I have breakfast at Wimbledon, as I have almost every morning these past 2 weeks. I also rocked a women’s interclub (read: mom’s league) clinic yesterday and may even bust out my skills in a match while I’m at home. I most enjoy just going out in my backyard and hitting with my little bro, as I don’t have to worry about anything but groundstrokes and hitting the ball as hard as I can when I hit with him. Sometimes I add a shriek or grunt so I feel more like Sharapova.

I've been using my brother's Technifibre racquets -- I actually like them. Similar to my Babolat Pure Drive.

5. BelieveIAm.Com: I know I already wrote about this, so I’m sorry you have to hear about it again, but I thought it deserved place on my list because I love, love, love their stuff. I haven’t gotten my threads in, yet, but when I do, you know you’ll be hearing about it. I’m debating whether to get the “Strong” tank next or the “Mind Body Soul” shirt next….or the “Beautiful” shirt for when I feel fat, which is almost everyday (note to self: stop eating ice cream). I’ll probably just have to get them ALL. Did I mention I have a shopping problem?

Pink + Flowers = I MUST HAVE IT.

I am awaiting the training diary with bated breath as I would for the next Harry Potter book. That’s a strong feeling if you know me and my obsession with Harry Potter.

I also spend my copious amounts of free time now trying to turn words into flowers. Its reminded me of how I have no artistic abilities.

So, that’s what’s rocking my world this week.

I will now try to pull myself away from the TV to go run. Of course, I have waited again until the hottest part of the day to go run because I just can’t bear to not have breakfast at Wimbledon and can’t get myself up before Wimbledon comes on to go run.

Since it will be so hot, I should get ice cream after, right? YES.

What’s rocking your world this week? (Besides Little Wayne, Erika.)

Days Off and The “Little Things”

Since I’m becoming such a running freak these days (seriously, how did this happen? How did I become a member of the running cult that I thought was so weird for so long?), I listen to/watch interviews with those “real runners,” meaning the pros, on flotrack and runnerspace. I cannot believe I am admitting to doing that. This is truly embarassing. Pretend I said none of that. Ok, back to the topic.

Anyways, if you listen to the pros, I’d say 95% mention “recovery” and “the little things” when asked about “their secrets” or how they’ve gotten to where they are today. To be fair, I guess most professional athletes mention that when asked how they made a breakthrough, how they stay on top, etc.

Here’s how I stack up on days off and “the little things” that the pros mention.

1. DAYS OFF: Check. I take typically 2 days off a week from running and typically don’t exercise otherwise on those days, except when I’m at home as I play tennis a lot. For instance, today, I’m embracing laziness and watching Wimbledon all day. Hey, I’m on vacation, right?

2. CORE: My relationship towards core work can best be described by Katy Perry’s “Hot and Cold.” Sometimes I’m feeling it, sometimes I’m not. When I was quasi-injured with my little SI joint dysfunction associated hamstring pain, I was made well aware how abysmal my core and hip strength was. So, I jumped on the strength train for a brief period until I felt no pain and could start running full time again (meaning no cross training). And…then I stopped doing any core work. Bad PT patient here. I should probably start doing that again.

I need to get my " 'bows and toes" on more often.

3. OTHER STRENGTH: I was into this in high school because the place I worked out at (Charlie Petrone’s) had a lot of hot guys. Since college, I’ve haven’t set foot near a gym. Does lifting a pathology book count? Swinging a tennis racquet on occasion? Probably not.

4. STRIDES: I’m gonna count this as a no because if I do them, its definitely not 100 m like “they say” you should. And I still don’t understand how this is helping me. Maybe because I don’t do them consistently.  And I won’t do them when at home for fear someone will see me and be like “why is she running back and forth?” And when I do them, I just basically sprint, so I feel like an idiot. I mean, if I’m admitting to watching stuff on flotrack I should probably just get over being “caught” doing strides in front of someone I might know.

5. DRILLS: I don’t even know what this entails for running, but the pros mention it. I imagine its like dynamic flexibility (or “dynamicizing” as I like to call it) or SAQ (speed, agility, quickness) stuff. If I can find a secluded forest or back alley out of view of the rest of the world, maybe I’d entertain the thought of doing drills.

6. GLUTEN FREE DIET: I swear to you, every good athlete, runner and non-runner alike, is going gluten free. Ok, this is an exaggeration, but seriously I think there is a predisposition for those with celiac disease/gluten intolerance to be good endurance athletes. The list of people who are bad-ass athletes and eat gluten free include, but are not limited to: Novak Djokovic, Stephanie Rothstein, Amy Yoder-Begley, Ryan Hall, and Jesse Thomas. I’m convinced there is a genetic predisposition for athletic prowess and gluten intolerance. Maybe I should conduct a study? Hmmm…

These bad boys are gluten free. And isn't my little bro so cute!

7. DIET: I run so I can eat ice cream. I’m pretty sure this is not how the pros think. I’m working on this – like eating to fuel running, especially eating after you run.

This shirt was made for me.

8. YOGA: Never tried it. Kind of want to

9. STRETCHING: Only to “pop my hip out” in the am.

10. FOAM ROLLING: Sometimes. More often than I do anything else mentioned above.

I think that covers it all, right? Hmm, probably not, I’m sure there are some “little things” I forgot.

So, to recap, I’m really good at being lazy when I’m not running and, on occasion, core stuff and foam rolling. Looks like I have some work to do.

Are you good at doing the little things? If you do, what do you find helps you the most?

Sometimes, I don’t think it really makes a difference “at my level,” which probably explains why I don’t do most of it.

Ok, back to the women’s quarters (of Wimbledon, obviously)….

Sometimes I question my sanity…

I had the good intentions of getting my run in early today before it got to hot.

But, then, I started watching Wimbledon…

King of the All-England Club

Serena was playing Marion Bartoli. And, I just couldn’t stop watching until the match finished. Serena was giving Bartoli a good run for her money in the 2nd set and, to be honest, I thought Serena was going to pull it out in the breaker and then win the 3rd.

On a side note, I have a love/hate relationship towards Serena. I think she’s a complete bitch and a bad sport and I’ll tell you why:

#1: When I was in high school, my friend and I got player’s entourage passes from our coach at a pro tournament in Miami (at the time called the Nasdaq 100 — not sure who the title sponsor is now). [And, if you're wondering how we got those, my coach's brother is Paul Annacone who, at the time, coached Tim Henman, but now coaches Rodger Federer -- no biggie.] Anyways, Serena wasn’t playing that day and she was hanging out in the player’s lounge. My friend and I asked to take a picture with her and she was pretty rude to us. Kim Clijsters = extremely nice, which is why I’ll always be a Clijsters fan.

#2: A few years back, Venus beat Serena in the finals of Wimbledon and her post-match, on-court interview gave Venus no credit. I mean, this is her SISTER. Usually, when Venus beats Serena in a final, she’ll at least say, “I’m happy it could be my sister that won.” And, once, I remember Venus taking pictures of Serena after Serena beat her in the final of the French. I know Serena’s competitive, but at least show a little sportsmanship.

Now, as far as Serena’s outburst at the Open against the linesjudge — yeah, that was wrong. But, Serena, honey, we’ve all been there at that level of frustration, so that doesn’t bother me quite as much.

Reminds me of Bon Qui Qui -- "I will CUT you."

The one thing I DO like about Serena is that she’s a baller. Seriously, she’ll be down match point and go for an ace right up the T. And, she’ll make it. She doesn’t back down, she always goes for her shots, and she doesn’t give up. So, she’s a good person to emulate tennis wise, besides the attitude, and, for that, I love Serena.

And her outfit is actually somewhat traditional this fortnight…shocking, right?

Anyways, long side-note, back to the running.

Look! I'm flying! Clearly, this is near the finish as usually I'm shuffling.

Seriously, sometimes I just need to be told what to do to save myself from myself. I didn’t do a long run this weekend because Saturday I slept in, just didn’t feel like it, and played tennis instead. Sunday I did start running, with the intention of running somewhere between 10-13, but at 6 miles these huge, black clouds came rolling in, and, I’m sorry, getting hit by lightening is not worth a long run for me.

Ok, they weren't THIS ominous...but close.

So, I settled for six and told myself I do 10-13 tomorrow, depending on how I felt. I got up early (ok, no really early 8 am, but I’m on vacation from school) and started watching Wimbledon as I ate a little something (ok, fine, it was a picky bar). MISTAKE. I couldn’t pull myself from the TV until almost 11 am because I just HAD to watch the end of Serena’s match.

So, I started running a little after 11 — waiting until almost the hottest part of the day. WAY TO GO, MEGGIE. It was hot, humid, and hilly…pretty much how every run is here (TN). I got in 10 miles, but it took me FOREVER. I stopped for water a lot and just stopped in general a lot. However, one thing I did not stop on was THE GINORMOUS HILLS, which I’m pretty proud of, as most of the time I give up and walk at some point. [pats self on back].

But, seriously, I averaged like a 10:09 pace. I guess that’s ok considering the heat, humidity, and the hills — the terrible trio of Hs.

Oh well, its still like 1000 calories of running and I will be using that to justify my ice cream tonight, last night’s ice cream, tomorrow’s ice cream…..

Anyone have any flower + word ideas that I mentioned in my last post? Just curious…

Alright, back to Wimbledon…

Thumbs Up, Everybody!

If you’re in need of a little inspiration before starting this work week (or school week or just week), look no further than this cutie who just learned to ride his bike.

I’m gonna need some inspiration this week to get myself in gear to study for my surgery exam (June 17) as well as this end of the year oral exam (June 18). You better believe I will be celebrating on June 19th.

If anyone reads this, I want guesses on what I will run the mini 10K this weekend. To aid in you guesstimation, I will give you a little Meggie 10K history:

June 2009; Mini 10K; 1:00:11

Dec 2009; Joe Kleinerman; 55:22

April 2010; Scotland 10K; 55:05 (which is basically the same as above)

Dec 2010; Joe Kleinerman; 49:52

If you need some extra help, my last 5K (in March) was 23:58 and my marathon (May) was 3:48:03.

Bust out those TI-83s and get crackin’….

On a totally unrelated note, I literally ran into the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck this week. Consider it a sign from God if you do. Its like Mr. Softee, but better. I got the Salty Pimp, which is vanilla Softee with caramel + sea salt + dipped in chocolate. It will be the best $5 you will spend. So, I suggest you seek him out.

Thinking of getting up at 5 am to run a quick 4 miles (not actually fast). Have to be in a 6:50. I just don’t know if I can drag myself out of bed that early…