You would think I'd need a busier/more exciting life to warrant a weekly recap. However, since life in the Coastal Bend is less than interesting, this week warrants one. As, I think it might be the best week since we've been here.
Monday started out just fine, as Mondays go. I went to Bible Study. Worked. Ok, so boring as usual.
Tuesday, I came home to the Coastie cooking a mean meal after my 3 mile treadmill run. He poured some wine, and then announced during his "toast" that he made the list for Lieutenant. I almost choked on wine...but what a way to go! However, this doesn't really happen until May. They apparently put a list out that tells everyone who is going to make it. As we were sitting down to eat, we checked the message on the answering machine. I have become immune to the annoyance that is the red flashing light on the machine, but the Coastie can't ignore it. I wish he had. My neighbor died Monday night. Yuck. We went to show support and the whole neighborhood was there. That means wine. Once we left, the rest of the neighborhood stood outside drinking wine. The Coastie included. He had 1 (maybe 2) too many. Fun times.
Wednesday, I actually don't remember Wednesday. I ran...I know that. 3 miles. Treadmill. I also think there was wine again.
Thursday...no running. Yay! I went to the viewing of my neighbor. And at the risk of sounding morbid, he looked like he was sleeping. SO good. After that, the Coastie and I went to our neighbors house for wine. Wow, we're drunks. The Coastie once again had 1 too many. Wow, have the roles reversed or what.
Friday, we had Happy Hour at our house. MORE WINE! LOTS MORE! Man, those people can drink us under the table. I refrained from too much, as I had my first long run...that I was going to attempt outside. The Coastie yet again had 1 too many. Fun times.
Saturday...HOLY CRAP! I had a 7-miler planned, for outside. Without being sure I could do it, I headed out with my i-pod, handheld H2O device, and my Garmin (I need to name it). The first 3 miles were amazing...the weather was cool, not really sweating, no difficulty breathing...nice. The next 2 were still nice. I ran through some mansions (well, outside, through the neighborhood that had mansions) and was thinking how nice it would be to run there again. Mile 5...HOT! Is it me, or did it seriously just warm up about 10 degrees? This is also the time that I conveniently lost the sidewalk & shoulder of the street. Note to self: to avoid running on the grass, check your loop before you run it. That was a not-so-fun mile. Mile 6: yay, sidewalk! Mile 6.75: Am I done yet? Mile 7: STOP. Mile 7.25: OMG, did I just do that. Me, jumping up and down, arms flailing wildly, pumping the air. I'm sure some poor soul in a car was about to call the people with the straight jackets on me.
So, that was my week. I ran more than I have ever run. I ran further than I have ever run. I proved to myself I could do it. I'm actually looking forward to next weekend's 8-miler.