Do Life 5k Detroit

Duration: 47 minutes, 16 seconds
Distance: 3.10 miles
Pace 15:15 minutes/mile

I really pushed during this event, so if you're looking at my time and thinking "I could walk 3 miles faster than that" I'm okay with it... I did this on my third day of "running", so to even get through at all feels like an accomplishment.

Met a lot of super fun folks after the run and I hope to see them again next year when Ben and his dad run through town. I have a feeling it'll be a much bigger event next time, though. I'm an OG.

Couch to 5k

So I'm going to try to get through an entire "Couch to 5k" program. It's supposed to be 8 weeks and the training is 3 days a week. This is what I've done so far...

June 30, 2011 Week One / Day One
Duration: 1 hour, 13 minutes, 30 seconds
Distance: 4.14 miles
Pace: 17:45 minutes/mile

July 2, 2011 Week One / Day Two
Duration: 53 minutes, 49 seconds
Distance: 3.17 miles
Pace: 16:58 minutes/mile

Tomorrow I'm going to try to do the Do Life 5k in Detroit... It'll be a struggle just to get through it, but I'm going to do it. It's a start, and one day will be a good reference point/comparison... I hope...

The Familiar Unfamiliar

I'm so out of touch with writing. I can't seem to put together thoughts without it sounded totally disjointed. I'm going to start doing some writing exercises here to get back in the groove. There was a time when this sort of thing wasn't so laborious. I won't be editing these posts, so they'll undoubtedly read like a collection of random thoughts. sorry.

There's a feeling of comfort that stems from his weathered face. Weathered beyond its years, but just slightly. Weathered from years of hard working, not hard living. That's my guess anyway. I don't know him, except in passing, despite the comfort that comes from his eyes. They squint with less than delicate crow's feet when he smiles, which is often. His face seems genuine. I want to call him friend because he brings so much comfort. A sense of discomfort, actually, but it's followed shortly by comfort and ease. I feel awkward in my interactions. Always. I don't imagine I would ever have the same effect on someone. There's something that radiates from within him. A quality that a gruff voice and rugged face shouldn't contain. He's more lumberjack than heartthrob, but his eyes shine and soften when he speaks of his wife. His vocal adoration of his wife is cute, but it's the unspoken thing, the look in his eyes when she is in his thoughts, or near him, that earns my admiration and jealousy.

4.13.11

The wedding came and went. San Francisco was colder and rainier than I'd hoped, though we had a couple of really nice sunny days. I guess that's how it goes. Wasn't it Longfellow who said "into each life a little rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary"? Feeling I've had my share for a while, so the spring, which arrived abruptly this past week, is so very welcome in a variety of ways. fresh starts, renewal, all that jazz.

Update 2.15.11

In 5 weeks we leave for San Francisco, where, a couple of days later, we'll be married. It still seems surreal. I'm battling a fair chunk of anxiety as of late, which is making the process of planning an elopement 2500 miles away more difficult than it need be. I would love to be all caught up in excitement, but I can't stop my mind from spinning around the decisions that still need to be made. And the decisions I have made? I am no longer content with them. It's all silliness. The day means little in relation to the lifetime we're creating, but I'm consumed with the idea of trying to make the day amazing. I'm also unusually exhausted, which, I assume, is a slow-to-wane symptom of the flu I battled week before last. I don't know. I shouldn't even be wasting the time to track these thoughts. I should be making decisions.