Gourmet Runner

On Thursday night, I ran a small 2-mile race that was just about 30 minutes from home - the Dalton St. Patrick's Day 2-Miler. And, uh...I really don't know how to make a post out of a 2-mile race. I ran hard, and it was over quickly. The end. I guess I'll elaborate, because otherwise there really is no point to this blog, is there? It was a weird race time - 6:30 p.m. I had a pretty regular day of work beforehand, and ate normally but avoided veggies for the day, just in case. Then I pestered my husband and made him get up, go outside and take a series of pictures to prove that I dressed up for a race. He loved it. He really loves when I make him take pictures of me for the Internet. It's his favorite pastime. I got to the race, registered on the spot and met a friend of mine to run the course as a warm-up. I think we ran the two miles at about a 10:30 pace, taking it really easy, but we did throw in a few 10-second strides at a faster pace. The race take...

That sounded so dramatic, didn't it? I feel like it was very Hunger Games-esque. I may just think that because I'm so freaking excited for the movie next week, but whatever. Here's the deal: I signed Tim and I up to run a 2 mile St. Patrick's Day race tonight at 6:30 about 45 minutes from home. Then I figured out that Tim has to work this afternoon and won't be able to make it. No big deal, I'll run on my own. Big girl panties and all. Except...we have this car: And that's it. Yep, we are a one car family. Since I work from home and Tim works part time it works out for us about 99.9% of the time. The exception, of course, being today. The only possible way for me to run the race right now is to be dropped off somewhere in town, hang out for four hours and then walk to the race. No big deal. I can just bring my laptop and do some work in a cafe and then walk over to the race before it starts. Except the weather will look like this: It's March....