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

3 comments:

Jenny said...

Congratulations to you both!

Amanda 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 :)