And a good evening to you from across the globe after a sixth straight day of TORRENTIAL DOWNPOURS in the Lion City. Dry season my ass - it might as well be a scene from the opening of Split Second over here (that's right - I just referenced a RUTGER HAUER movie - don't hate...).
Today was a really good day, as we had a GREAT presentation AND we slayed a HUGE dragon in the form of sending a big file off that we've been working on for 2 months. I would say more about it, but I fear I might break down crying, and well, Jenny's heard enough about it at this point. Suffice it today say that, after the monthly risk review tomorrow, this guy will be ready for some "chicken fried, cold beer on a Friday night..."
So tonight I logged 4 miles on the treadmill in 31:40 (I wanted to bike, but I sat down on the bike in the condo gym only to find out that ALL OF THEM WERE SHUT DOWN AND THEIR POWER CORDS WERE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND - details...). This, coupled with last night, is significant to me personally, as on both occasions a)I really didn't want to run, and b) I actually turned in some of my best times all year at those distances. Tonight, for the first time in a LONG time, when I was on an 8:30 pace, I felt like I was cruising and could run at that tempo forever. THAT hasn't happened in a LONG time (since Charlotte in 2008 I'd guess), and it really makes me feel like I'm getting the "mojo" back. Now granted, when I sat on the exercise ball to do situps and watched my flabby belly pudge out every time I crunched, I was less than impressed. But hey, nuthin' wrong with a little Dunlap action.
Okay, that's all the news that's fit to print. Chat tomorrow!
Sam and Jenny