It did indeed rain a lot. Temperatures were indeed unseasonably warm. It was meh.
However, good things happened. The holiday parade was wicked cute, with drenched little Cub Scouts and poor Santa trying not to drown. I got to see Barkernews in hospitality action and Hazel only mildly screamed when we sat on Santa's lap.
Sunday was a little less mild. Coach put on my December calendar "run in a 5K race". Since I wasn't skiing, I signed up for the Ho Ho 5K, a nice combination of road and trails with some hills. Most of us think, "5K? No problem!" I mean, it's only three miles. How hard can it be?
Really, really, REALLY hard, especially if your coach is running with you the entire time, forcing you to run three miles faster than you have ever run in your life, especially a hilly 3 miles. Yikes. I ran so hard, my arms were tired, my abs were tired and my legs wanted to give out. I am pretty sure I hyperventilated. I was confident I was going to puke. The whole thing hurt. A lot.
And afterwards? I wanted to do it again, albeit not for awhile, but even FASTER. I was the 9th female across the finish line. I wanted to do better than that and in the future, I think I can. So, yeah, I am kinda motivated now. I think my coach knew what he was doing when he put a 5K race on my schedule. ;)
The rest of my week has been spent recovering from a silly little 5K. For real. That thing kicked my butt, despite the fact that I do a 7 mile run, plus a track workout, plus a brick workout (bike + run) once a week. Oh yeah, then I went to the pool for the first time since July. That also hurt.
Despite no skiing, I have managed to beat my body up as if I DID ski two full days in a row. Yawn. Sooooo looking forward to winter vacation, which starts in one hour and 40 minutes. But who's counting?
For your viewing pleasure, choosing a Christmas tree in the rain and wearing yoga pants, because there seemed like no other option on Sunday afternoon:
