I'm not quite sure what step-mom Pat is doing, but I'm going to assume that she's telling everyone that we are "number 1". (Actually, number 898.)
My morning 5.55-miler was fairly difficult today because there were many ice patches all over Champaign. I had to teeter and totter my way around the residential areas (=most of my run), and sometimes, I had to stop and walk. Oh well, I'd rather walk a few steps than bust my head open on the concrete.
The kick-off event for the Illinois Half Marathon Training program is this Thursday at the local running store. I'm very excited about the kick-off party, even though it will be taking away precious minutes from my pre-finals work time.
We hope many of you can join us for this Thursday's Kickoff at Body n' Sole. Jed, Van, Randy, Rob, and the gang will give us the low-down on shoes and tell us how to dress for running in the winter. There will be goodies for everyone---to eat and to take away! (Emphasis added)That sounds like my kind of party---snacks and swag!
The coordinator just sent out a questionnaire for the 23 participants to fill out. It asks for my training so far and my comfortable pace-per-mile running pace. I don't really know my pace-per-mile, but I guess it hovers between 10 and 10:30. It also asks how many days I can realistically commit to training. I'm going to say five, but I guess I could do six. Five seems good, right? What do all you marathoners do?
I went to the last Korean lunch of the semester today with James. There was kimchi fried rice and mandu (dumplings). James said that he used to eat kimchi fried rice every day for breakfast during high school, and consequently, he got fat. Good thing he had mandatory Korean military service to whip him into shape! I think I'll stick to my oatmeal, thank you. Anyway, he told me that he really wants to get a pair of "tight pants", like the ones I'm wearing my picture. That has to be one of the most unflattering photos of me ever, but he just thought it was great because my "tight pants" are so "fashionable". Aha! Fortunately, he wants his very own pair of "tight pants" for running, not for everyday use.
Ugh, I'm not being as productive as I hoped about this Old French paper. I did go to the English library today though to consult the Anglo-Norman dictionary for words in my translation. I keep thinking that these incremental bits of work will make the final 10-page paper easier to write, but I don't think I'm doing nearly enough. Oh well, it's something. ENOUGH OF THAT.
Here's proof that I'm not being productive enough. I started listening to Christmas songs tonight, one of which was "Up on the Housetop", the Gene Autry version. Every year, I am amused to hear him sing about Little Bill's Christmas presents, which include "a whip that cracks" and best of all, a hammer "with lots of tacks". Poor Little Bill. Little Nell gets a dolly that can open and shut its eyes! Little Bill just get tacks, which are only fun for so long...
Anyway, the boyfriend shares my enthusiasm for this verse of the song, so we sat dancing to it for awhile. Fortunately, the audio uploaded with the video so you can share in the joy of "lots of tacks!"