So even though I've really missed Mark and this house has felt FAR too big and lonely these past two weeks, I did have a good time catching up with friends, having a girls-only weekend with my college roomie Melissa, and eating mac and cheese whenever I wanted. But I'm exhausted (how DID I live through 4 years of college in one piece?) and more than ready for Mark to be home and get back into being domestic (well, my definition of domestic, which I suppose wouldn't be much by other peoples' standards :).
Fortunately for me, he will be home in just a little more than 24 hours! I can't wait!
Training has been going well, even with my late nights out on the town. The bike ride on the trainer on Saturday had me swearing under my breath, in a good way I suppose. And I guess it really wasn't under my breath... good thing Melissa was two floors above me! Alternating between high RPMs and pushing the big gear, I couldn't decide which one I hated more. But I felt good in the end and was glad I did it, as always. Sunday I went running with Brian - we ran 11 miles at about an 8:37 pace, staying mostly in Zones 2 and 3 (okay, so maybe I spent a bit more time in zone 3 than zone 2). According to Brian, this was the first time he'd run more than 10 miles since high school. He's a fast runner and now that he knows he can do it without blowing up, I'm sure he's going to leave me in the dust next time around :) He's doing his first 1/2 ironman at Lake Anna in May and I'm sure it will go just fine for him. My swim yesterday was really good - I love swimming again, absolutely love it. Although, I don't know how much I will love it tomorrow morning when I have my swim threshold test. I suppose now would be a good time to locate my waterproof watch so I can catch my splits :)
Cross my fingers for not drowning in the pool tomorrow!
Oh, and I've decided to add a new feature to my blog every now and then. Let's call it "Things Witnessed on Metro and MetroBus"
- On metro going home: two out-of-shape middle-aged men stripping down to their t-shirts and flexing their biceps for comparison. Ugh.
