Vive la Lance!

I KNEW IT!! I KNEW he ADORED me. Who, you ask? Why, Lancey Poo Armstrong, of course. What the hell am I talking about? Well, you know how Paula Radcliffe usually tells me "Good job! You've run your longest distance so far!" Well, imagine my surprise when I finished my run tonight and it was LANCE. The same Lance who I have loved. The same Lance that made me hate Sheryl Crowe even more (but I can tolerate her now since they busted up). Anyway, I was thrilled. Now I wonder who else will speak to me when I reach a new milestone?

I can't get my Nike+ to calibrate successfully for ANYTHING! I've tried to do it four times. Let me just tell you...after about the 45th time around the indoor track, you start counting laps. It is 19 laps around the track for a mile. When my Nike+ tells me I have completed a mile, I have actually completed two additional laps, so it is telling me that I am completing a mile after 21 laps. This wouldn't be any big deal if I were just doing a mile or two, but I am doing four miles at a clip. That's 8-10 extra laps - or somewhere between .4 and .5 miles. See where it's adding up? So, according to my Nike+, I ran 4.32 miles tonight. So did I actually run closer to 4.7 or 4.8? I guess it only benefits me in the long run, but it's also no wonder that my pace per mile is turtley slow. It makes me feel like a slug, but I know I am "hauling." As much as a chubby girl can "haul" anyway.

Lately, I've had something weird happen while I am on the track. No, it isn't the feeling that I am going to wet my pants or vomit (although I came pretty close tonight). It is that people are starting to draft me. I'm not kidding. If you have run before you know what I am talking about. It's those people who are right on your tail, using you as a pace car. They won't pass you and hang in there for a couple of laps before passing you (acting like they are faster) or falling off. Usually, these are people who have walked most of the way and then run four of five laps to end things off. Maybe I should be flattered that they think I am worthy of following. Maybe they think that I am slow enough that they CAN follow me. Whatever it is, it annoys me. It has happened the last four times I've been on the track. Argh. I maybe wouldn't mind so much if it were men following me, but it's always women. Whatever.

Okay, on other non-running topics.... My Jeep got new brakes today. At almost 84,000 miles, I suppose it was time. I was told in May that I needed new brakes soon. I guess they lived a good life. I love my little Liberty.

Thinking that is about it for now. I am getting very sleepy! Till tomorrow...