Monday, August 17, 2009

Greased lightning

Excuse me for a moment while I toot my own horn, because just last week I shattered my fastest mile time by running a blistering 8:06. This is nothing compared to what most runners are capable of, I know, but I'm old and my knees are creaky and generally uncooperative. Such an athletic feat was made possible because I kept pace with Jan Michael, who continued on for several more miles, while I collapsed on the turf and tried with all my might not to throw up. My next goal is to cross the finish line in under 8 minutes, and I'll do it, mark my words.

And now a word about my husband: The very same day I set my personal best, he came streaking in at 24:38, which is his fastest 3-mile time so far this year. I love to watch him run - he has such fine form and makes it look so easy; in fact, I've been known to bring a blanket and plunk myself down in the middle of the track and shamelessly ogle him as he chugs along. His next goal is to run the 3 in 24 minutes flat, and he'll do it, you can mark my words about that, too.

"Run so hard you come in with bloody feet and missing toenails." Rob Decestella


Jenny said...

Congratulations to you both!

Amanda P said...

I have lost toenails...but never hit your 8 something mile (I think) YOU ROCK!

And is that your puppy? What kind is he? SO CUTE!!

Hilary said...

Jenny - thank you! :)

Amanda - thank you, too! And that's my sis's puppy - Gus is a puggle and if we ever have a dog I want him cloned :)