Christmas Day... went out for a few miles and felt like hell. I'm not going to blame the mimosas or cookies I had for breakfast, but rather the weight of my legs. I visited the Princeton running shop the other day and the guy told me two things. 1) I should be training for 6 months (not 18 weeks) before my first marathon and 2) I should lose ten pounds on my legs. Ever since I heard the 2nd piece of advice I feel like my legs are made of portland cement.
The cool thing was that my brother-in-law and father-in-law (Doug and Paul) got me this super cool garmin gps running watch. So I'm back to being that typical Denver-ite I used to be... don't have to be good... but gotta have the good gear. It is a great gift and I felt like a kid again at Christmas time, going through all the social grace stuff, when all I really wanted to do was go play with my watch.
Yesterday was a 5 mile day. Felt great. It was 30 degrees and Oli and I ran on the canal tow path. On the way back I saw a bumper sticker "Adoption is Child Abuse." The same car also had one that said "Just say 'no' to sex with pro-choicers." I would love to party with these people.
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