Besides shopping, my other 2 "mood lifters" are working out & crafting. So I did both. (As opposed to digging a hole & putting my head in it.)
Or you could get yourself one of these kits... |
Or you could get yourself one of these kits... |
oddly enough, that's what my hair looks like when I run... |
only the ORANGE tube please...yes, I've determined I don't like the others as much |
Clearly this was an important event ~ left the sports bra at home & wore makeup! |
It was super cold ~ for me. |
Why, yes, I'm available for an interview ~ nominal fee of course |
The final mile took us past Aerosmith's Rock'n'Roller Coaster ~ a fav of the hubs. And then up & around Tower of Terror ~ where there is an abruptly steep climb. I was really excited about the downhill portion though ~ I had slowed up a bit due to some side stitches. I'm pretty sure I psyched myself out over PR'ing that first mile. All along the last mile are different personalities, like the Spartan Cheerleaders. The last mile took what felt like forever...I could hear the announcers from the start of the race ~ so I knew we were close. The deception of it all though was super annoying...I was ready to be done!
I passed the final mile marker at 27:35 (told ya I slowed down!) Crossed the finish line at a chip time of 28:17 (another PR ~ best race time).
I should have prefaced this all by saying that I wore mascara. Mainly because I look like death without it & well, it's ESPN, there were television camaras. Lesson learned though. As soon as I crossed over the finish line & found the hubs, I IMMEDIATELY regretted wearing it. My eyes burnt like HADES! It was miserable & took a good 5 minutes to stop hurting. AGONY!
END RESULT:
I accomplished my goal ~ beating last year's time
And the hubs accomplished his goal ~ beating me (by 23 seconds) Ridiculous.
This was smart positioning on my part. Matty is hiding the portion of my shirt that is stained with black from my mascara.
Why yes, we are P90X people...how ever did you tell?!
Something not right is going on with my leg here....my brother was telling me to sit on his lap & well, I stunk & felt horrible doing so ~ hence the awkward, side lunge?