Wha? Huh? "oh, sure. I said. Right. I have to run today. bleh."
"well, YOU'RE the one who signed up for (in a sing-song voice) Janathon."
dag-nabbit. she was right. Janathon. oooh, how i love to hate thee, Janathon. And it is only the 9th day of our relationship.
After the show was over, I
I turned on the Food Network (my favourite thing to have on the tele) and was able to watch that burley guy from Dinner Impossible run around like Scrat chasing the ever-elusive prize. I had the volume turned off because I was listening to a random shuffle on the 'ol mp3.
After about 3/4 of a mile, my middle region was telling me that i needed to stop and take care of business, but my brain was trying to convince the organs otherwise. In the end (aahahaha.... no pun intended) the three organs in my middle beat out the one organ in my cabesa and i stopped at one mile. Promptly took care of business, and was back on the mill. This time I turned the pace up a little bit, as the trax being played were more up beat. I continued to watch the chef run around as I ran on and on. I decided that I would to until the end of the show so that i could see how he (once again!) got in right under the wire and everything was happy in chef-land and there were no burned forearms or scalded fingers or singed eyebrows in the kitchen made up of mostly non-cooking staffers who got roped into the deal for one reason or another. I love it when a plan comes together.
So i ran for a total of 4 leisurely miles. When I got back home, I thanked my coach and took a shower. We then ate, settled back on the couch, and Bryce fell asleep in my lap. Another day, another day.