Insanity is...

... Staying up until 1:30 am playing Rock Band and drinking my face off, when I have a 10K race this morning at 7:30 am (requiring getting up at 6:30 am at the absolute latest).

I Can Haz Accomplishments?

I managed to finish with an impressive (to other people) time of 58:02 57:58. Myself? I'd rather do better. I have done better.

It's an annoying quirk of my low self-esteem that accomplishments of this sort are opportunities to beat myself up over not being better. It shouldn't be. I managed to run the whole 10K of the race non-stop (with no portions walking). It wasn't the fastest running I've ever done, but it was running.

I did it on about five hours of sleep. I felt absolutely terrible this morning, until I started running. Now I didn't feel anything like good while running, but it did get the lungs moving and the heart pumping. When I finished (with a burst of speed to try and break the 58 minute mark) I did feel a rush of pride in having done it, and that didn't wear off for awhile.

Later I treated myself to breakfast at the Moxies of the Damned. I went home, had a long, blisteringly hot shower and then went back to bed for two hours.

I am stiff and sore, and have to work a few hours in the garage, but ultimately happy that I can still do a 10K the proper way.

I just might try the RV½M again.

The Movies Never Stop in the Summertime

Hancock @ Sunridge Spectrum @ 7:05 pm Monday.