Earlier today, my face was freezing. Ice was forming on my eyelashes, and my cheeks were stinging. My chest felt tight from breathing in the frigid air. My ankles and calves were aching from the constant battle for traction on freshly fallen snow. I felt like I was running into a wall of wind. But I didn't care. Because I was finally RUNNING.
After four long days off, I got out for a measly little three miler this morning. It was really hard work, but it felt so good. And the three miles makes for a whopping 7.5 total miles this week. Oh well. As my husband likes to remind me, life does not revolve around running.
With the start of the last month of the year, I totaled up my miles for 2008 so far: 870. At the beginning of the week, I was optimistic about getting in 130 miles this month. I knew it would take some work, but figured I could get it in. I've now adjusted my goal to 950. With the slow start to the month, it will be work just to get in 80 miles. Jim graciously offered to run 20 miles per day with me next week, but I don't think that will happen! (Although think of all the Christmas cookies I could eat . . .)
After my run this morning, I got my Christmas decorations up. My mom came up and stayed last night so she could help me double team Sophie in order to actually get the decorations done. Am I the only one that sometimes secretly wishes their husband would move out and their mom would move in??? She's just so damn helpful. (And Mom, I said SOMETIMES!)