In terms of perfect days, Thanksgiving weekend Sunday ranks as one of my favorite Sundays of 2009. I got up early, ran a half marathon, brunched at Venus and watched the marathoners, and then spent the rest of the day on the couch, watching football, reading magazines and some phone chit chat. Check, check, check with some of my favorite things.
Ok, so perhaps I'm being a bit flip. I ran a half marathon, an activity not to be taken so lightly. 13.1 miles through downtown Seattle, part of the I-90 tunnel, along Lake Washington, through the Arboretum, along the backside of Capitol Hill and eventually winding my way back to the Seattle Center. In a self-congratulatory giant pat on my back, I did good. I had a strong run, pushing myself enough to keep going, but not so hard to have the "oh my, I'm going to die right now" feeling. My ultimate goal was to finish, and not be one of those poor souls we saw collapsed on the side of the street. Check. My second goal, finish with a time of 2:30. I beat that, with a time of 2:20:45.
I was also helped tremendously by running with boot camp friend Paula; I "pulled" her up the hills and she pushed me on the flat parts. Neither of us could stop...so we kept on going.
While brunching at Venus and admiring the marathoners passing out front, the waitress asked if I was "thinking about running the marathon?" "Definitely," I replied. "I ran the half this morning!"
Really, a perfect Sunday in my book.
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