When Will It End?

The painting project hangs over me like Damocles' sword. I had set up the rental of a genie lift so, I could get to the last part over the roof. The rental place is affiliated with my work. The machine came back from the previous renter broken. It was noontime before I realized my day of painting was shot. The rental place never called me to let me know what was going on, I had to call them. Lousy customer service. A wasted workday. This project should be over.

On a bright note, I downloaded a bunch of songs into my Shuffle whilst waiting for the phone to ring. DW wasn't as impressed as I was but, the song choices are very eclectic. Cool.

Last night's run. I went for the five miler. My quads were still achy from Sunday's 12 miler but, I really wanted to get the whole five. I know I haven't been crosstraining as much lately & except for long runs I haven't been grinding out so many miles. Maybe that's why I'm still sore. I'm trying to get back on track. I felt good; the quads didn't really bother except a little bit on the downhill. I glanced at my watch at 1 mile & was just over 10 minutes. I felt pretty good & didn't really deliberately speed up but, felt I was running strong. At the end of the run I looked at my watch and saw the time 44:47. That put me barely under 9 minutes a mile. I made up the pace from the first mile & then some. That's the fastest I've run since I started again in April.

To put it in perspective, my best marathon time was 4 hours & 57 seconds (I was looking at the cerficate from 23 years ago yesterday). That's a little over 9 minutes per mile for 26 miles. I want to eventually match or better that time. I've got my work cut out for me.

Tonight's WI. I'm anticipating a gain. The past six weeks I struggle to post a loss in the week of a long run. Part of me thinks if I change my WI day to Thursday that might help, one more day of recovery. I don't really want to do that, I like the lady who runs the Wednesday meeting. I'll just eat light today & drink a lot of fluids & hope for the best. As frustrating as the situation is I'm more happy at my running progress than I am unhappy at the lack of steady weight-loss progress.

NSV, walking out of my bedroom DD meets me at the top of the stairs & out of the blue says "You're so thin." DW has said a few times that she thinks an additional loss of twenty lbs will leave me too skinny. I said I can still make a bagel; there's plenty more to lose. We were at a clothes store last night & I was trying on medium shirts too. Definitely thinner but, far from emaciated.