Happy Valentine’s Day! Ha. Not really! What’s the point? You know, I try not to be cynical about being single, but it’s really difficult on the “most romantic day of the year.” Barf. I know I’m acting in a cliched manner for a single woman, but come on…there are single people in the world! From my perspective, for attached people, Valentine’s Day is every day. Why should you celebrate being attached? I think it should be the opposite, and single people celebrate not being attached, and that way there’s at least one day where we’re superior. Hmmph. But I’m not bitter. Really, I’m not, I’ve always been single on Valentine’s Day, so it’s no big deal. I probably only feel this way because I listened to the radio for the hour and ten minutes that I ran this morning and it was all romantic songs and other **@#!%^!@.
So, that’s a good lead-in to…I ran today! Yes, finally, I did my six miler as planned. I got up at 6:15 this lovely morning, drove out to the river, and ran on the levee for six miles. Woo! It was pretty chilly (okay, the mid 40s, but that’s cold for us!) and I’m pretty sure I’m coming down with a cold, but I felt good while running. My sore throat didn’t bother me like I thought it would. My lungs are phlegmy or anything, either, so I think I’m fine to run now. We’ll see if I get worse tonight before planning my four miler tomorrow. I don’t want to get sicker before Sunday. Anyway, I ran the second half of my run 2 minutes faster than the first. Good stuff! Though there was a dead animal on the path (rabbit? possum? not sure, didn’t want to look closely) which grossed me out. I hope it’s gone before tomorrow or at least the next time I have to run on the levee. At least it hadn’t started decomposing yet.
Must get back to work. It’s such a relief for Mardi Gras to be over, and to be able to relax at work. Nice! I have to bring Kristina to the airport tomorrow, she’s going for an interview at some fancy law firm in NYC. I hope she gets the job. Seems like everyone’s moving there, and hey, it’s just a hop-skip-jump to London from New York, so they can all come visit me when I live there. (gotta believe!)
PS Sorry about the anti-happy diatribe up there. I’m not that bitter!