Hot 4

I ran a little later than normal Sunday night. I started out about 7 to let the sun get down some and ended up running home in the dark. It was a little scary, but that made me go a little faster, so I guess it was worth it. I ran four miles at a pretty good pace. I stayed under 10-minutes and walked for about 30 seconds once.

Today won

A setting sun, cooler-than-usual temps and a nice breeze lured me outdoors. Great, fast run up Main Street and down Riverside. I covered about three and a quarter miles in 30 minutes flat, which was surprising because that run follows a two-week break and a long, hot summer of slow runs.
Yayhoo.

American Pie

Bright sun and cool temps had me in spring cleaning mood for most of the day. Hooray for a clean house! W came home with a late lunch from Newks, and then we had a slice of homemade apple pie (my first time to make) from a Southern Living recipe called Double Apple Pie. De.lish.
So far this week I've done only about six miles, way less than usual, and 2.5 strength training sessions.
Up next: run later today or tomorrow...

Bliss

On my 30th; too bad it took me a month to publish.

Runner's high

Had a great runner's high after tonight's run. Most likely it happened because it was cool enough to run outside for the first time in weeks. I did a little more than five miles. Loved it!! W's at work so I've got the house to myself. Yummy stuff in store: trashy magazines, reading, Big Brother After Dark and a hot soak!

Tuesday's run

I forgot to post that I rocked it on the treadmill Tuesday. Four miles! My moderate miles were faster than I've been in a while.
Also, Saturday I joined Nike's 500 mile club!! Yayhoo!!

Humble pie

My 30th birthday was Wednesday and my husband didn't get me anything.
If all went well between a doctor's appointment and work, we planned on dinner out for the night.
We ended up at the Mesquite Chophouse; he told me before we left that a present he ordered was late and that money for shopping was forthcoming.
Dinner was nice, but I kept expecting a surprise. Maybe my parents would show up at dinner or my friends from Atlanta. Nada. Not even a card.
When we got home I made a clandestine trip to check the mail and frantically dialed my mom, "He didn't even get me a card."
I was so, so hurt. Because it is so, so not like him.
As we settled down for bed, I finally mustered up the courage to ask him about it, and he said he was sorry.
Infuriated, hurt and unable to sleep, I picked up my pillow and moved camp to the couch.
A day later I was still reeling. He worked late and we patched things up that night, though my feelings were still pretty sore.
Two days later we headed to a friend's pool party as planned.
My husband was a little more keyed up than I was, but it was a beautiful day and I hoped to relax by the pool.
Instead, I spent the afternoon with my best friends and family during the surprise birthday party my husband engineered.
What a surprise.
All that planning! He sent out e-mails with directions; bought necessities; enlisted help from friends and friends' wives; organized food prep and made sure my family and friends were there on time.
When about 30 of my family and friends yelled out "Surprise," I walked straight to him (and I swear, someone already had handed him a beer). I needed a hug: I was a little scared and a lot thankful.

To husband

Thank you. I'll elaborate later.

Monday's run was pretty good — three miles with 30-second hill intervals. Bad news is the four-pound gain, which I'm assuming came from four days of cake-eating. :-(

More bad news is that I have "mild diastolic dysfunction." Which, according to my doctor, means my heart doesn't relax properly. So, off to see a cardiologist next Thursday.

30 is here. I feel weird but happy. A little melancholy for my 20s.