So, I signed up for a couple more races this year. I don’t know why — I swear I like training for races better than running races. Then again, I have had several races that were awesome experiences, even if I always have moments of “this pretty much sucks” in all of them.
I like having goals, though. It keeps momentum going. And there truly is something about toeing the line and crossing the finish that is a big payoff for all the work.
At any rate, I feel like I couldn’t end my first year of running and racing without including a Turkey Trot and a First Night race. I’m going to have to restrain myself from additional races unless I volunteer because I don’t want to burnout before I start marathon training next year.
It’s tough, though. There’s one local race called The Ugly Christmas Sweater run. I don’t actually have any ugly Christmas sweaters, but I could wear this shirt:
My goal for the last two races of 2013 will be to have fun. After my half marathon in 2 weeks, I’m going to take a breather from training, although I still will be running around 5 days a week, just fewer miles and more easy runs.
Meanwhile, to show you how running and fitness have taken over my life, here’s a couple pictures of my air-dried laundry this week.
I almost wonder if I shouldn’t donate 90% of my regular clothes to Goodwill.
I’ve got a 7 mile “as you feel” run to do today, so I’ll be heading out to the park shortly. The weather’s still pretty nice here — it is about 50 degrees out and maybe a little windy. I’m tempted to just get on the treadmill, but I should take advantage of the weather while I have the option. I’m excited to listen to some more Stephen King while I run. I’ve got my personal trainer trying it too, and she says she runs faster with books than music too.
I read King’s book Carrie when I was in 8th grade. The mother in it terrified me. She reminded me of my own mother, except my mother doesn’t have the evangelical fervor of Margaret White. Maybe my mom would’ve if my dad ran off with another woman like Carrie’s dad did. I’ve pulled the book out to re-read. I seem to remember that Carrie stopped her mother’s heart using telekinesis, a feat I found awesome and scary, maybe because I kind of wished I could do it. It’s a little like Darth Vader in Star Wars when he uses his mind to choke people. So cool.
Um, maybe I should’ve kept that to myself?
I saw the remake of Carrie yesterday. In it, Carrie’s mother did not have her heart stopped. Although not as good as the book, I liked this movie version much better than the original. The new version was way more emotionally engaging and the performances by Chloe Moretz, Julianne Moore and Gabriella Wilde were excellent. I re-watched the 1976 Carrie because so many critics hold it up as a gold standard and I remembered thinking “meh” about it. My opinion of the original still holds: meh. Maybe I just think Brian DePalma is missing a subtle directing gene, but I thought his Carrie was cheesy, not at all scary (except the grave grab at the end), and I didn’t care at all about any of the characters except maybe a little for Amy Irving’s Sue Snell. Plus I couldn’t stand most of the music (just bad), especially the borrowing of Psycho’s creepy violins and those druggy sounding ballads that subbed for evoking emotion but just made me have a bad trip. Some of it was simply the style of films then. WTF were the 70s thinking?!