Day 347, 18 To Go

December 13, 2013

Being that it is Friday the 13th, I hope that none of my readers were slain by a homicidal, unkillable, ambling man in a hockey mask.  Surely, I am jesting, but many people get nervous on this date.  I don't know the origin of the fear of the number 13, but I can tell you without humor, that it is decidedly moronic.  Seriously.  Tall buildings are often built "without" the 13th floor.  Don't believe me?  Take a look at the floor numbers in an elevator the next time you are in one (assuming the building has at least 13 floors.)  Is the act of labeling your 13th floor as a 14 in the elevator actually make it NOT the 13th floor????

I didn't think so.  So the next time you get nervous about going out on Friday the 13th or doing anything that involves the number 13, you can relax.  You'll be fine!

My run on Friday the 13th was a bit of a horror show.  As I expected, I was a bit sore today.  My aging hip had a lot to say to me today.  It was not happy with me and it pleaded with me to take a break.  Instead, I stretched the shit out of it until it shut up, or at least simmered down a bit.  Let's take a look at my numbers, shall we:

Time: 30:00

Distance: 3.00 miles

Pace: 9:59/m

Max Pace: 8:03/m

Calories: 317

Avg HR: 123

Max HR: 136

So it isn't all that bad, but I had to push myself at the end of the run to make 3 miles.  It was fairly painful and I am glad it is over.  I don't expect tomorrow will be much better either.  I'll just keep on looking at that dwindling number at the top of my blog (18 to Go) and use that as my motivation to keep going, because I gotta tell ya...I'm beat!

Run for Life!!