Getting back in the groove

Last week I devised a training schedule leading up to my half marathon in VA Beach. 
Monday- Rest/Active Rest
Tuesday- Speed Intervals, Weights, Other Cardio
Wednesday- Weights, Cardio
Thursday- Hills
Friday- Rest/Active Rest
Saturday- Short Run
Sunday- Long Run
Repeat.

Last week I intended to stick to my schedule.  I did not.  I did speed intervals on Tuesday, Hills on Friday, and a long run on Sunday.  The good news is, I exercised at all, especially considering that last week was craptastic.  The other good news is that my long run on Sunday was FABulous.  Seriously.  FABulous.  I did 7 miles and it felt good the whole time.  I got winded going up the huge hill that is Patterson Park Avenue, in the very last mile of my run.  But that's to be expected.  I kicked butt for 7 miles.  And my 6th mile?  Fastest of the entire run.  Booyah.
I'm going to grab this next half marathon by the balls.  That's right.  Ball grabber.  Right here.  Or something..

Pardon me if I'm a little inappropriate today..  I'm feeling slightly under the weather.  Despite having a kick-ass run yesterday, I then couldn't warm up for the rest of the afternoon.  I took a nap with my cat (a cat nap, if you will), watched some football with my dad, had dinner, watched part of the Golden Globes, and then went home and to bed.  I could hardly get myself out of bed this morning.  I slept in til 8am.  Still got to work at 8:35.  Tired.  So, so tired.

Oh well, maybe early to bed tonight?  We shall see.  I've taken some meds, some vitamin C, and I'm back at work totally not ready to get work done.  Booyah.  That's my new word...

Crappy New Year!

My year started off not so well.  I spent New Year's Eve at a friend's party in Frederick.  I'd thought there might be about a dozen or so people there, but it turned out to be 9 in total, which included me and my two friends I brought along.  It was basically 4 couples and a single, and for once, I was part of a pair.  Anyway, the evening was slow to start but as the liquor flowed, it kicked up a bit.  And boy did the liquor flow.  By the time I went to bed, all the contents of my stomach flowed into the toilet.  Ew. 
The next morning was hangover city, and by evening, the bug bites started popping up.  I think they're bed bug bites.  All over my arms, my feet, my lower legs, and even under my chin and on my neck.  Oh. My. God.  Add to that, I had a flat tire on Wednesday morning and had to get a brand new replacement tire.  Nothing like starting off the new year beyond broke.
I am miserable, and that's probably putting it lightly.  No relief in sight.  I did get a bit of good news at the end of the day Thursday, though.  I'm hoping that's a sign of better things to come.