The One I Pretend to be a Fisherlady

All last week, I seemed to be counting down the days to my cutback week.  I had a less than stellar tempo run, and was just ready for a little break.  Usually this is why I try to race about once a month.... it gives me something more immediate to focus on than my primary goal race.  But with my injuries after Fargo, I kept things a bit open ended.

Saturday I crawled out of bed, despite forgetting to set my alarm (only woke up 14 minutes late....I'm impressed, you should be too) ready-ish for my run.  I ate like crap on Friday night, so I was hoping that wouldn't effect my run.  I ate my normal eggs and toast and a banana to get things moving.  And I sat and waited.  And waited.  And waited.

Finally 45 minutes after my estimated departure time, I still hadn't visited the indoor port-a-potty, and just decided to go.  I knew there were a few gas stations during the first 4 miles that I could make it to given an emergency situation.  TMI?  Too bad. :)

The run wasn't anything too special. My legs felt not-so-awesome at the start, but then felt a little stronger.  The temps were lower, but the humidity was 100%.  Did you know humidity can be higher than 100%?  Something I learned the other day.  Hope I never experience it.

After circling back to my apartment for a water refill and a GU, I really just wanted to curl up on the couch.  The run wasn't bad, I was just....bored.  I kept trying to "check out" during the run, but apparently my auto pilot pace is slower than what I was shooting for.  I made it to mile 8 when I ran in to a DailyMile friend, Karla.  She asked if she could tag along for a few miles.  Eeeee!  YES!

We ran together for about 2 1/2 miles and the time seriously flew by.  And for some reason, my pace picked up as well.  Typically I run slower when chatting away, so that was a nice surprise.  She went on her way when I had about a mile and a half left, and I was so invigorated that I kicked up the pace a little bit for the remainder.

I did 12 miles in 1:54:44 for a pace of 9:39.
My average heart rate was 152, with a max of 171.  Oh hai lower average HR!  Yesssssssss. 

After logging my miles, I got all sorts of data-nerdery.  I realized that my mileage for the first 7 days of August is half of my total June mileage.  Also, I've only had 4 weeks in the last 52 weeks where my weekly mileage has been higher than this week.  Whoo!
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Kyle is a fishing nut.  To say that he loves to fish as much as I love to run, would be a grave understatement.  His part time job is in a fishing department, so naturally he comes home from work with new purchases after every shift.  Because I make him look at all my new running stuff, it's only fair that I look at his fishing crap, right?

A few weeks ago he brought home this gem.  He bought it, "because it reminded him of me."  That....right there..... that's as sweet as our relationship gets.  jk.  But seriously.  It's a mirror image of my new running kicks! 

When I was little I used to go fishing with my pops all the time.  I'd always pick lures that I'd be attracted to, and they usually worked.  Kyle and I headed out fishing on Sunday night and I tried to use the same little trick.  I mean... if My Little Pony created a line of fishing lures, this would clearly be in the collection, right?  It's even got a sparkly tail!

Random fun fact:  This shade of pink is the exact hue on my toenails right now.  WIN!

I didn't catch any fish on it.  Wah.

(Sorry the picture quality sucks.  I drained my cell battery playing on the twitterz in the middle of the river...oops.)