Running and I did not meet up again over the weekend, but I spent 31 good minutes (3 miles) on the treadmill this morning. Overall I was quite pleased with my time and just how, well, easy it was. I have logged like 10 miles total in the last two months, so this morning's run should have been much harder on me. I credit any stamina I have to kettlebells, although I only do that once or sometimes twice a week.
The Hubs was running on the treadmill next to me. He goes his five days a week and does his twenty minute, 15 minute mile pace. I have been gently nagging him to up his pace and time, but he is not budging. I may have to start nagging not-so-gently.
We are spending our first real Thanksgiving together and I am quite happy about it. Every year we have been with one or both sets of parents and while we love our families, we are absolutely JACKED (yes, jacked) to have it be just the two of us this year. Holidays with families (read: my well-meaning mother) can be a bit on the stressful side. Sometimes I can embrace it. Not this year. Through interpretations of phrases like "Well, I guess we will tell your grandmother that you will see her at Christmas" and "I only had to get an 8 pound turkey this year," I am pretty sure that I am on mom's shit list.
In hopes of starting a tradition of our very own, I (we) am planning on doing a race T'giving morning. There are two in town. One of them is an 8k Turkey Trot - while I had a nice little 5k this morning, I don't think an 8k would go as well. There is also the Grateful Gobbler Walk. Yes, I know it says a walk, but we are going to go and run it anyway. It's a 5k, and very close to home, so I maybe will be able to drag Husband with me. And it benefits the homeless, thus allowing me to feel all smug as I eat my over-extravagant, probably kind of wasteful feast later in the day, arrogant in the knowledge that I helped the homeless with my $20 registration fee (well, more like $15 after the cost of my race (walk) shirt). Not very noble I know, but it's a starting point.