I signed up for the Orlando Half Marathon today.
The race is a week after the Space Coast half, which is why I wasn’t planning on running it, but eh, why not? The race is downtown which is 15 minutes away from my house so it’s not like I have to make an effort to get there.
Michelle and I ran this one two years ago and now we’re back for redemption! Ok. Not really. We’re run/walking it together and holding hands while we cross the finish line. Or I will leave her pregnant ass in the dust during the last mile just because I need to enjoy being faster than her while I can.
Thank you unborn child for making me faster than your mommy.
Speaking of running, I did a 5.5 tempo run on the treadmill last night.
- 1 @ 10:00
- 4 @ 8:51
- .50 @ 10:00
I’ve come to the conclusion that I totally suck at tempo runs. How is it possible that I ran the UCF 5 miler at a 9:08 pace but can’t run more than one tempo mile at 8:51 without taking a walk break? It happens every.freakin.time. Maybe it’s because I run at night and I’m tired from the day? But I suck at working out in the mornings too, so I can’t win.
At least I had a good distraction. I watched X-Factor which I don’t consistently watch since most of my life is wasted in front of the TV anyway but I like to catch it at the gym every now and then. One Direction performed on the show, who I’ve never seen before. Did anyone else see them? Not only did I not know they were a UK boy band (English accents!), but I didn’t know the band was formed on X-Factor. Then I started to wonder, how old do you have to be to be a cougar?
That’s Harry. I love him and he’s barely legal. But barely is still legal in the eyes of the law.
Seriously, how cute is he? And also, how creepy am I? (You can answer both of those.) Since last night, I’ve spent way too much time looking up pictures of him. Plus, he has nice teeth. I love a guy with nice teeth.
So there you have it. A running post turned into a creepy 36-year old woman predator post.