I just felt like ... run-neeng.

In my recent struggles to find something productive/positive to which I can aim my energies, I signed up for to run a 10k race. I've been missing constant exercise, its a great way to pound out stress, is totally attainable, and it gives me a goal aside from "get through the week without drinking all the wine".

I roped Rob into it with me, and so far so good actually. The event is on the evening of Friday, September 9th along the nearby baylands trails, which will give us an extra boost to keep us interested. And we get to wear headlamps so we'll look cool, which is really important when you're trying not to keel over. We found the race late in the game, so our training program is a bit abbreviated at only four weeks. When we were training for the triathlon, we ended up burning out with constant training over such a long period, so this is okay for now. We run four days a week, cross-train two days, and rest one day...

Don't tell anyone, but sometimes I almost look forward to my runs. I've got a rad workout mix on my ipod, I'm not farting around on the computer, I'm not blowing money on (more) shoes, and I'm not gaining any weight by eating/drinking my boredom away. I think the entirely easy, flat routes I run may help these feelings though.

Summer is trying to convince me to run a half marathon with her in early October. Which is exactly twice the distance of the 10k. It may take a bit more than a (really cool looking) sparkly finishers medal and a free 64-calorie post-race beer to convince me, but I'd be lying if I said I'd never entertained the idea...