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Two days later and my legs are still thawing out. Or maybe that’s the lactic acid slowly moving through them. But I did it – the Ottawa Hypothermic Half-Marathon. Yay!

In some ways it was better than my first half-marathon and in other ways not as good. I guess everything is like that. It was a smaller run than the National Capital Half. The OHHM was capped at only 300 people, and because it was a winter run almost all of those 300 people were of the more-elite-than-I-am variety. We did a loop through the Central Experimental Farm 4 times and lots of people were at least one loop faster than me. I don’t need to be a speed demon but it did feel discouraging to watch them go by. Yet, I kept within my target pace range and I finished this half-marathon almost five minutes faster than my first one back in the spring.

And get this – afterwards I did a four hour yin yoga workshop. I wasn’t sure if I was half-crazy in signing up for it a few weeks ago, but guess what – it was the perfect antidote for my pushed-to-the limit body!

Now what’s the next limit going to be?

and that would be a pulled sacrotuberous ligament. Who knew we had such a thing! But I was laid up all last week with no runs because of this thing. My chiropractor told me what it was after he put his magic fingers in a rather… shall we say, intimate place.

A few days later and I have managed one run, although I don’t know if it’s to my detriment or improvement. I have been propping myself in front of the television – actually between the television and G – in an attempt to get frequent butt rubs. We are approaching the Superbowl, you know, and I maneuver to get what I need! And of course, as much yoga as I can manage. I am debating adding another thing to my 43 things: 100 hours of yoga in 2007. Right now I will debate ANYTHING to get past this little bump.

running (?) out of time!

I’m okay with my timeliness (or lack thereof) patterns. And I think G is okay with them too now. I’m not late all the time. In fact, I am ridiculously early for work every day. If there’s a line-up to get in somewhere, then I am the one who makes sure we get there early. But I don’t care about being timely when I don’t appreciate the point of watching the clock. So what if I show up at a dinner at someone’s house 15 minutes late? Surely they will find something to occupy the time. But I won’t keep you waiting 15 minutes if I’m picking you up somewhere. I know you don’t want to be hanging around with nothing to do. It’s all about how your relationship with time is going to affect other people.

I think this issue was really about G & I growing as a couple. And I think we’re past this. Thank goodness.