I did an 8 mile run on Saturday, and it was awesome. I also went to a kick ass running store: they call themselves "the running company". My little sister was in the market for new shoes (so am I, but I am in less hurry-she runs a whole lot more frequently, and a whole lot harder than I do, and she's been hurting) and they had her walk, measured her pronation, recommended shoes that were of an appropriate level of support (on the low-side of medium: they said too much support is just as bad as not enough), and had a treadmill ready and waiting for her to try them out on (and the lady said if she would rather, she could go for a run around outside, they were okay with that!)
I was impressed. I would go back. And I would also recommend it.
I did a cheerful little three miler this morning. It was chilly enough for a long-sleeve shirt, which is a pleasant change after the heat and humidity of last week.
My main reason for going (sadly, not my verve for the new marathon training schedule, though it is good so far) was nerves: I told my boss this morning that I had applied for another job, and asked him if I could us him as a reference (I really dislike that phrase "can I use you" ugh.). I decided it last night (mostly because the new folks called and asked for my references) and I dreaded it all of last night--I had dreams about abandoned kittens and woke up with a nervous knotted stomach. But I did it. And he took it well: its nothing personal, its all about location, and sweetly he said "you'll break my heart" which I don't think he really means, but was nice of him to say anyway.
So its done.
And I'm still here, at work, and thanks to the running the nerves have mostly subsided. I do enjoy a good run, especially when its helpful.
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