March 1st. It’s Sarah’s birthday. So one last time … HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY! As she’s done for the past several years, Sarah spent her birthday among friends. Three years ago, she traveled to Chicago (for our first date). Last year, she visited Minnesota (more on that later). And this year, it was Philly. I only bring this up because of it’s significance. You see, March 1st is also the day I asked Sarah’s dad for his permission to marry her.
March 1, 2008. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Sarah was going out of town for her birthday, giving me the chance to drive to Michigan to talk to her dad. I didn’t have a car, so I had to ask Sarah if I could borrow her’s, and as a byproduct, I had to tell her why I needed her car. We had discussed getting married before, so the fact that I wanted to talk to her dad came as no surprise.
I remember the day quite well: I woke up early to get on the road (her dad offered to meet me half-way at her brother’s–from there, we could go grab lunch); I got lost and had to call Sarah to determine exactly which town her brother lived in–is it Holland or Jenison?; we (her dad and I) got lost on the way to the restaurant; I remember what we ate, what we drank; his words of words of approval and his advice. I remember it all.
March 1. It’ll always be a great day. The day that Sarah was born, and the day that Mr. Brittain said “I feel good about this thing.” So do I.
Earlier this week–Tuesday to be exact–Sarah and I had a rather lengthy discussion regarding my eating habits. Essentially, I buy a lot of granola bars, pretzels, instant oatmeal, etc…things that I can grab on the go. And mostly, not necessarily all that good for me. So, in an effort to eat a bit better, I tried to make better decisions during my trip to Trader Joe’s today. I bought some frozen and dried fruit, veggies, nuts, etc.
Sarah’s in Philly this weekend visiting friends, and as a result, I’m blogging at 12:30 a.m. It’s amazing. If she’s here, I’d have been asleep for two-plus hours and well rested tomorrow. Instead, my dumbass is up late and will be tired in the morning. Damn my loss of direction with her gone. Anyways, on to my ramblings…
Today was a good day. The highlight came at noon, which is typically not the case, as Sarah and I toured a hotel we’re considering for our guests. While the hotel isn’t quite done yet, the staff was willing to show us around (which was great), and after the tour, we were sold (though we still need to work out details). The rest of the day was pretty ho-hum by comparison, until I headed home to go run. I debated whether or not to go run (it was raining pretty hard outside) for about 10 minutes or so as I mapped out my route. My running clothes were on and my shoes were tied, but one obstacle was in my way. I was sitting on the couch. Couch and TV. Or running in the rain? Couch and TV. Running in the rain? It would seem like a no-brainer. Hell, once I realized that last week’s episode of BSG was available for viewing On-Demand, the smart bet would have been on my lazy ass staying on that couch. But I didn’t. Surprisingly, I ran.
I was supposed to do 10 miles according to my training plan. Then Sarah and I talked about running 8 miles this morning together (following her plan), but we decided to sleep in instead. So I began with 10 miles, which went to 8 miles, and then 8 went to nothing. Well, until I got off the couch and ran that is. Even with a thunderstorm moving threw (I just found out it was record setting rain), I ran and I ran hard. Six miles in 54 minutes, and it felt good. It felt great actually. I ran through puddles of ankle to knee high water in places, and I was absolutely drenched. I’m sure it’s only a fraction of water and mud Sarah has described with DWD, but still, it was a great way to spend an evening.
Great day. Great evening. Now … time for bed.
I feel like I’ve been held under water for a few seconds too long, and I’m finally coming up for air.
It’s been a crazy two weeks here at work, and right about now, I’m extremely excited for 5 p.m. to roll around. It’s not that work has been hard per se, but I’ve had several time-sensative projects under way, and they just stress me out. Thankfully, I was finally able to put one to bed today. Not all of them are complete, but the fact that one is out of the way has been a HUGE mental boost.
Sarah and I have an 18-mile run tomorrow, which is fine and all, except for the six to eight inches of snow we’re supposed to get by tomorrow afternoon. Snow? Really? As long as it’s not colder than sh#t, I’ll be fine I guess. But I could really do without the snow at this point.
When you wake up to your fiance asking “would you like me to make you blueberry pancakes or blueberry muffins?” you know it’s going to be a fantastic day. And it was. We didn’t run our 17 miles as planned; instead, we went down to Snow Days and saw the snow sculptures. We ate lunch with Sarah’s boss and her daughter (and her boyfriend), and we watched KU beat K-State. You could pretty much say that we did nothing. We just sat back and relaxed the entire day. And now, Sarah is treating me to a home-cooked meal for Valentine’s Day. I can’t think of a better way to spend the day.
We’ll make up our run tomorrow (because we’re awesome like that), but for now, the lounging continues.
A true test to see if I’ve back to my old running self is always the “early to rise” test. If I’m willing to meet friends for runs early in the morning … which in turn means that I must get up at ungodly hours … then the answer is undoubtedly “yes.”
Take this morning for example. Sarah and I were up at 4 a.m. (well, that’s when the first alarm went off) and out of the house by 4:30 or so. Why so early (or so crazy) you might ask yourself? Well, Tim, a fellow blogger and runner, is in town for the weekend and asked if Sarah and I would be up for a run at some point. Given the choice between before or after wrok … we decided the former would give us the best chance at actually completing the run. Anyways, we ran a great 7 miles. I say “great” in that it was nice to meet Tim and run together; it was all kinds of sh#tty in the sense that my shin continued to somewhat bother me. Oh well. Que sera sera. Good company and a good run. That’s all that matters.
Tomorrow, Sarah and I will be logging 17 miles. I’ve decided that given the minor pain I’ve been experiencing over the last few runs, I’ll be icing quite a bit tonight and wearing a compression sleeve on my leg tomorrow. We’ll see how it goes.
Either way, it looks like I’m back.
I’ve found over the last few months that I need some place to put down my thoughts. Pretty much just some place to go and rant for five minutes. Twitter and Facebook are out of the question, so perhaps, just perhaps, I’ll try this thing again. We’ll see.