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I woke up this morning, and for reasons that I wasn’t fully aware of, decided it was Wednesday. I have no idea why, but as I got dressed and took the bus and then the train, I was in a very Wednesday mindset, thinking of the Wednesday things that I do, and generally enjoying the fact that it was the middle of the week, yay. I was especially enjoying the fact that Wednesday would put me just a hop, skip, and jump from the weekend, which promised to be a big one (The SAK! Blood donations! Body Worlds! Socializing! And lots of it!). It wasn’t until I was stepping off the train in Union Station that I realized it was only Tuesday. In fact, that was when I first became conscious that I had been thinking it was Wednesday. My internal clock/calendar, she is a mystery.

However, my disappointment at realizing I was a full 24 hours further from the weekend than I’d been led to believe was quickly tempered by the fact that a new CD I’d been looking forward to came out today. In fact, I fired up iTunes before lunch, bought and downloaded it, and am happily listening to it right now. And it’s good. (And, yes, I’m a dork. I’m a big dorky girl who things Matchbox Twenty is still one of the best things since sliced bread, even though everyone else got over it 3 or 4 years ago. But I still think this new solo CD is good and has everything I like about Matchbox Twenty yet is slightly different and I’m going to listen to it over and over and you can’t stop me!)

Ahem. Anyhow, before we delve further into the closet of Dawnie’s Ridiculous Musical Preferences, let’s move on to more important things. Like this past weekend!

Of course, this past weekend wasn’t particularly groundbreaking. There was the broken washer (which was fixed when I got home from work last night. That’ll teach me to do laundry over the weekend instead of being a lazy slacker and waiting until Monday) which failed to drain and made me wring out an entire load of clean-but-not-rinsed clothes by hand (verdict: Not Fun). We won’t even discuss the fact that it never occurred to me to rinse them by hand as well until after I’d killed 3 dryer cycles (and the remaining funds on my laundry card) drying it all. That sucked, especially since my clothes aren’t really much cleaner than when I started. Thankfully, this was a “do a few loads before it gets out of hand” sort of laundry day, not an “oh shit, I don’t have any clean underwear for tomorrow” one.

And, of course, that was just a continuation of the brilliance I exhibited Friday evening when I fell asleep on the train home. Now, falling asleep on the train home isn’t a big deal – I do it all the time, but since my stop is the 3rd one, I’ll wake up before I have to get off the train. Friday? I woke up just as the train was leaving my stop. Shitshitshitshitshit. Naturally, it was an evening express that went right from my stop to the end of the line, which meant I got to take a cab home from that station. (The next train heading east didn’t leave for another 2 hours.) Apparently that station is out in the middle of nowhere, and so I got to pay a cabbie (and, y’all, I hate taking cabs by myself, because cab drivers just make me uncomfortable for some reason) $26 to take me home. Actually, he took me to the Holiday Inn right off the freeway, and I walked the last half-mile or so home. The meter was already up to $26, and I only had $28 on me and was not about to attempt to guide the cabbie down the side streets to my apartment while trying not to panic about the fact that I might not have enough cash on me at the end of it all. Besides, it was a nice day out, which made for a lovely walk.

The worst part? When I called The SAK to tell him what had happened, he wasn’t even surprised. Now, I realize that this is just the sort of thing we all expect me to do sooner or later, but at least we all have the decency to pretend that I’m a bit more on the ball than that. At least he knows I’m a dipshit and loves me anyway?

Thankfully, in between the unnecessarily expensive cab ride (and the cabbie didn’t even start the meter until we were on the freeway, which probably saved me at least five bucks) and the laundry disaster, I had a nice weekend. The high point of the weekend was Sunday morning, when I ran in the Lisle Chamber 5K. It was a teeny race, and something I decided to do 3 days before the race. (Which, talk about a change: 2 years ago, a 5K was something I needed time to plan and train for, now it’s something I do because, “What the hell – I’ll get a shirt, and I’m going running anyway that morning, so why not?”) One of my goals for this year is to run a 5K in under 30 minutes, and this was going to be it. I figured if I could run 13 miles in just over 3 hours, I could certainly get through 3 in a half-hour. Heck, I can run 5 miles in an hour – doing 3 in half that time should be no sweat, right?

Except speed and distance training are two completely different animals, and going from 5 miles in an hour to 3 miles in a half-hour requires shaving two minutes off your time per mile. Which is huge. Really, really huge. I hit the first mile at 9:45, the halfway point at just past 15:00, and two miles somewhere around 20:00, but that last mile? Was hard. I don’t run that fast when I’m doing my long runs, and I’m just not used to it. I did pretty well, though – I found the energy to sprint the last quarter mile or so (this is just something that I do – I’m all about the Big Finish for races, and no matter how tired I am, I try to cross that finish line like I mean it. Even in Disney when I practically limped through the last two miles, I ran through the finish) and finished in 31:16.

So, not quite what I was shooting for, but damn close, and certainly a heck of a lot faster than the last 5K I ran (almost 4 minutes faster, actually). I’m happy with it, and I’ll break that 30-minute mark on the next one. (Check this – results are online, and I placed 205th out of 286 overall, and 8th out of 13 in my age group. I’ll take it.)



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