Saturday

I woke up this morning with the embarrassment still fresh in my mind. Yes, I did sing Whitney Houston AND Muse at karaoke last night. Why, oh why do I do this to myself? You know what? I had the balls to sing Whitney Houston and Muse last night. Who else can say that, other than anyone else who stood up infront of the white trash, hick bar in a bowling alley on a Friday night to sing karaoke and pay a $26 tab after she bought a round of shots, 4 beers and 2 vodka and cranberries? Not many, that's for sure. And I don't care if I made anyone's ears bleed (which I'm sure I did, or at least broke a glass or two). I had a good time and I was able to wake up at 7:30 this morning to go see my friend meet his PR during the Cleveland 5K at Tower City in the 19 degree weather after it snowed the night before.
The energy that was surging during that 21 minutes and 26 seconds, and then the aftermath, was pushing against the walls and only creating great anticipation inside my body as I thought about the half marathon I will be running in May. Training doesn't officially start for another month, but I can just taste the adrenaline rush I will get both at the starting line and after I cross the finish line (hopefully 2 hours and 19 minutes later). The next two to three weeks I will slowly progress with my speed. After that, it's nothing but mileage. I've been planning my schedule for the past month, the only thing holding me back for the next month and a half is the fact I need to rely on someone to drive me to and from the gym until one-it gets warm enough for me to run outside and/or two-I can start driving myself again. My leg muscles burn when I don't do a run, and let me tell you, they have been burning for the past 3 days. I love the feel of the pavement under my feet, but more importantly, I love the feeling I get after I complete a good run.
But, tomorrow brings another down day for me. It is technically Valentine's Day, and though I can write a whole book on why I am against the 'holiday', I will refrain and just state that the day will be taken up with drinking and anti-Valentine day rituals (though I do not know what this will entail just yet.)
With that in mind, I will look up some recipe's for mouth watering pancakes (because you know who good my culinary skills are) and wake up early tomorrow for some breakfast and mimosa's (mostly the mimosa's).

Ciao!