LP run

The first phase of “Kill the Facebook” is now complete. I went from hundreds of friends to less than 20 total connections, which includes friends, companies, and groups. I have better things to do in my life than check my FB status 50 times a day. I already feel better having deleted the majority of FB. I only kept those connections which provide usual information to me. I’ve so tired of reading the mundane activities of people I barely know; “I hate traffic”, “I’m going to work”, “I just fed my baby etc…

With the extra time I plan to start mowing my own lawn. I hate to lay off the lawn guy, but that will save me $30 every two weeks. This is another step towards a simpler life.

I cut off the cable last week. Now we only get a few select channels via a digital antenna. We haven’t missed television one bit and we are saving $70 a month!

I contemplated running the LP run this evening. Since I’m still recovering from the OT50, I thought it was best to save my money and run at home.

For the second time this week I set off to run in the mid-day heat. The run was quite pleasant resultant to lower humidity. I ran the bayou rim which lacks shade from the usually blistering sun.

Run:
4.1 miles
46:39
11:22 pace

Walk:
1.09 miles
18:15
16:45 pace

Wednesday has become Andrea’s unofficial speed work day. Even though I decided not to run the LP race, we decided to make the trip to the ST. Thomas high school track and let her hammer out 33:20 minutes of racing.

Andrea ran consistent splits ranging from; 2:05-2:19, most resting close to 2:11. Her effort was solid and good enough for FIRST female 35-39! She was shocked at the win, but she knew she had done her best.

The LP run is one of the few races with a Clydesdale division. If I would have run, I would have easily won second place. Dang.

I visited with numerous friends. It was nice to be among the running community again. We planned to show up a few minutes before Andrea’s race started, but the traffic was light and we arrived over an hour early. Within ten minutes of arriving I had people asking me to be their lap counter. I would have rather sat back and enjoyed the race, but I couldn’t say no when an old friend asked for my help.

Maybe we are not as good of friends as we once were. The man asking for my help didn’t seem to have the time to talk to us (other than him asking me to count his laps) and he never took the time to say, thanks. I was disappointed by his manners.

People will forget what you did to them and people will forget what you said to them, but they will never forget how you made them feel.