one hell of a way to celebrate the new year. Happy runversary to me! Weekly Run Down and celebration of running with Kim and Deborah, but so grateful to have each and every one of you in my life courtesy of running and blogging.
I have only one goal for 2024: be consistent. 2023 was a challenge, but I’m looking forward to the clean slate as cliche as that is. Maybe I’ll write about some goals later in the year, but probably not. But this is an old Facebook status from a source I can’t remember, and it always symbolizes the new year for me.
- never miss a Monday, especially not when it’s the first day of the new year. I’d intended to run on the way home from Rochester on Sunday but I ran out of time, and that worked out for the best as I ran to meet Darlene for dinner. The plan was to hit the new East River park, but I got distracted by the new public art installation. My watch also weirdly gliched so I don’t know if I got 11.24 KMS (for 1/1/2024) or not, but close enough! The tiles on the Queen Elizabeth II/September 11 Garden recognize the commonwealth and it was a fun moment as we’d just talked about our trip which was somehow four years ago. Those ASICS that were still TBD last run down? They’re firmly in the keeper pile and have been joined by another pair. Happy Feet indeed.
- Tuesday: back to the office after some much-needed time off. Got out on time to do a Butt, Legs & Thighs class at the gym and OUCH! Is there cardio in finding the end of my inbox?
- Wednesday: colleague in town from overseas for the holidays and an off day was well spent catching up over drinks and pretzel bites.
- Thursday: office run group took a hiatus in November and December between the holidays, the gala, work travel, etc. and it was so good to regroup and catch up on life. It was cold and our pace was “forward”, which really is all it ever is.
- Friday: mani/pedi. Start to an apartment organization project
- Saturday: So I runfess that I’ve mixed up my runversary. I always thought it was January 6, but then some years ago I saw that was the day I traveled home from Florida. Oops! But in the mean time I grew attached to the date. Luckily this year, both Jan 6 and 7 fell on the weekend so I could call it an anniversary weekend. Oddly, the weather when I first sped up the treadmill was about the same as it was this weekend. I wasn’t entirely sure the Frozen Penguin would go forward given the forecast, which meant I’d run Saturday. My usual weekend procrastination hit (no regrets) and I ended up heading out as soon as the snow from the n’oreaster came in. It was a wintry mix and I came in wet to my bra but all smiles. 7 miles. 7 years. The run felt really good and I took it easy and enjoyed the snow. Grateful to start the year strong.
- Sunday: because I ran Saturday, of course I woke to the news that the forecast was safe for the Frozen Penguin. I runfess that if I’d realized it was my runversary weekend, I probably wouldn’t have dropped down from the Half to the 5K because I’m stubborn like that. Thankfully it was moot because the Half was cancelled and I think I came out ahead by cancelling because I got the race credit which I used part of to pay for the 5K whereas the 2022 cancellation was just a bib transfer to another race. Until I read my 2023 post, I had no recollection that the Frozen Penguin was this weekend last year, so I was a little giddy at this confluence. If I’m being honest, it’s also the only reason I ran a 5K in a wintry mix. This otherwise would have had a DNS all over it. I was wide awake way early and timed it well to get to the start just before we crossed so I didn’t have to cool down. I intended to run this as a recovery run. While that was the pace I ran to the start, that was not what happened when I bounced across the start line. I think tank tops are a ridiculous giveaway for a winter race, but I was oh so grateful for the heat shields and medals, even though I don’t need a medal for a 5K. I’ve never had one for a Frozen Penguin! The outfit was a little warm, because I’m me: t-shirt from my first Frozen Penguin therefore I needed a base layer-my first Ted. Because I didn’t want to be soaked to my bra (again), the windbreaker from a Fred with similar weather. Unpictured because it was soaked, the hat from my first Fred. It’s hard to dress for low 30s and wet! I stopped on the way home for a hand warmer (coffee) and at the gym to stretch, but not before popping into Super Runners Shop for a pair of Merino Feetures. Balega kept me from blisters, but cold wet feet are gross.
I won’t keep up this week’s ~24 mile, but here’s to 51 more strong weeks of strong and fun running.