Right, so I'd like to talk about running. I'd like to talk about motivation, and determination, and just hauling off and signing up for a whole bunch of races (still haven't done it). I would even begrudgingly like to talk about my two hour and fifteen minute long run--err long trudge that covered barely ten miles on some hills and in unseasonably warm weather. However I can't. Not today.
The reason? The One Ring. So a new physical phenomenon that I understood before, but now know painfully well, is this: Losing 50+ lbs + putting on copious amounts of sunscreen for a long run = me losing my wedding ring. ARRRRGHUGHNGHGHEAREAHGEGHE! This is very upsetting. Of course it happened as I was heading out the door for the long run. I sort of feel naked walking around without it. Since I acquired more skinny fingers, I developed this physical tick of reaching over with my thumb to make sure my ring is still on (its been falling off on a regular basis of late). Feeling nothing there results in a very strange, unsettled feeling. I have placed an internal, family bounty in the hopes this will motivate my six year old and four year old to find it, but no success yet. I know it is a material thing, and I shouldn't get hung up about it, but doggone if it doesn't have meaning to me! This ring does have a history of being lost and found before (you'll have to ask "teh wifey" about that funny story) so there is still hope.
Until that time when I yell "Eureka" from the mountaintops, I'll just have to really live out this streak run thing, and "Run Naked".
Day 627 - 1.0 in 11:12
Day 628 - 1.0 in 10:42
Day 629 - 10.0 in 2:15:43
Day 630 - 1.1 in 13:12 (dress shoes, church clothes, in the rain, ftw!)