Monday, February 15, 2010
So running 10.9 miles per week, for me, the math dis-inclined, took awhile to figure. Here's the word problem:
If 39.6 year-old Geri needs to run 10.9 miles per week and has already run 2.39 miles but is going to be out of town this weekend and only has two scheduled work out times available, how messed up is she already and it's only the first week?
So, either I run up in the snow in Tahoe (chances decidedly unlikely) or I get an extra workout in this week sometime. Options are after work on Wednesday or Wednesday morning, which means runing 2.5 miles Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday morning, two days of which I will also be doing an hour of strength training, previously purchased.
Whose idea was this anyway?
The good news? My little sister got engaged last night. And she asked me to be her Matron of Honor. Oh my goodness. So thrilled for her. And honored to be honored.
Next thought: the dress. I have not been in a wedding since before I had kids and I recall getting into bridal wear, even back then, was no picnic. More inspiration, I suppose. More need to make the numbers work: I am going to rock that taffeta, baby.
Posted by geralyn broder murray at 7:54 PM