J and I live in an area of the city that is filled with younger, 20-somethings that either get up early to go to work or like to sleep in after long nights of drinking. Knowing this, we decided to get up as early as we could to vote, figuring that the polls would be busier later in the day. We totally lucked out. We walked up the street to our polling center and voted right away, no lines at all.
The only glitch I can complain about was that my center didn't have any "I Voted" stickers. How was I supposed to get my free Starbucks/Ben & Jerry's scoop without my sticker?!?!?! GAWD, why did I even bother voting?!?!
(Please know I am totally kidding.)
It makes me happy to think that I will live my life knowing I was able to witness and be a part of such a important event in American history. And ultimately, no matter what happens, I am thoroughly enjoying sitting back and watching the last days of President Bush's presidency tick away. Buh-bye Dubya.
OK, no more political talk.
Yesterday I spent the entire day cleaning my house until 4:00pm when I finally decided to take a break and get in a run. My plan was to do a slow 8.4 mile recovery run after my 20 miler on Saturday. It started out great...until I turned around.
I had been running towards the sunset and when I turned to run back with over 4 miles to go, I suddenly realized how dark it had gotten. Not only that, but I was running on the bike path, in the woods, with the last mile REALLY in the woods. AND there was NO ONE out for some reason. I wont lie, It was really freaking me out. I don't mind running in the dark when I am in civilization, but I was in the middle of nowhere and it was getting dark fast!
I ended up picking up the pace and the last two miles I really had to book it. By the time I got to the last mile (deep in the woods) it was really dark and I was having trouble seeing. Not only was I scared of people jumping out and killing me, I was scared of tripping over a rock or root and breaking my own neck. Oh, and don't forget the Blair Witch. I was scared of that bitch too.
So my "recovery run" that was supposed to be a 9:20-9:30mm pace, was really a 8.52mm pace (8.43 miles/1:14:53). I actually felt great running hard at the end but it wasn't worth the panic attack I was having thinking Jason, Michael and Freddy were all chasing me through the dark, scary woods. I wont be making that mistake again.
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