Today was, upon first glance, a normal Saturday. I went shopping, saw Zero Dark Thirty (incredible, by the way. If you can get through the very uncomfortable torture scenes in the beginning, it’s a truly amazing movie), and met Beth for drinks and guacamole and chips at MxCo.
However, those typical Saturdays don’t usually start at 5:40 AM, shopping doesn’t usually start at 8 AM, movies don’t usually start at 11:30 AM, and drinks don’t usually start at 3:15 PM. But I’ll take it. The Lululemon warehouse sale definitely warrants its own post and I don’t have anything particularly interesting to say about Zero Dark Thirty, but I will throw this question out into the universe… after two sangrias and two hours of talking about racing, running, and everything in between, was there even a remote chance I was going to leave that restaurant without being convinced to sign up for a race? Curse you, smartphones.
There are five kilometers to be dominated on March 16th, and my name is apparently all over every single one of them. Either my running mojo is coming back or I’m just basking in the glow of Beth’s surprise 5K PR today. But either way, I suppose I’ll take it.