Is it Wednesday already? Jeez. All work and all play and all that.

But... PR! The Healhty Kidney on Saturday rocked! I really, really thought there was no way I was going to smash my brand new baby one-month-old PR. It was humid and kind of icky out (it turned out to be nice after a 5 minute rain shower at the start) but I wound up taking more than twenty seconds off my per-mile pace. ROCK! No full report, but I felt incredibly strong the first three miles, until the Harlem Hills. I slowed down a little there for a water stop & the monster hill, but then went right back to my previous pace. Mile four presented a little bit of cramping & side stitching, by thetime I hit mile 6 it was, frankly, a slog, but I didn't slow by more than 5 or 10 seconds per mile and ended it with a huge smile knowing that I took another two minutes twenty seconds off my time! Woot!

Also, I got my volunteer credit yetserday. The Wall Street Run is a crazy race that I would not like to run in, and it starts right next to my office, so a no-brainer. I volunteere last year, too. It's fun & all that, but I wish there were more clearly defined volunteer roles, administered in a more managerial-like fashion, rather than garbled half instructions spit two words at a time through a megaphone by a faded semipro, but I digress. I am asking too much. Let's just say that next time I will go back to being course marshal and / or chip clipper and avoid the start/finish line gig. You tell huge flocks of chubby lady walkers that they have to go over there and can't start with the runners, then try and do something about it when they ignor the hell out of you. I dare you.