PR in the hills!!!

Hardly any time to write now (6 hours of rehearsal--ugh), but I ran a half marathon in Central Park this morning. Let me just preface this by saying two things. One, with the wind chill it was 14 degrees outside. 14. That's not enough. I prefer a good 20 degrees more, at least. And two, Central Park is freaking hilly. There are some no-nonsense kick your butt hills in that park. I'll refrain from saying they should all be paved down and made into nice flat parking lots, but I was definitely thinking something of the sort during the run.

But! Despite all that, I managed to run a 1:52:45, a PR by 1:15. Not bad, eh? I'm pretty pumped for the Mardi Gras run. Yes, it's twice as long (and I need to freaking get out there and do my allotted long runs), but still...I think I can...I think I can...

Hell, I know I can.

And knowing is half the battle, right?

That's what they say, anyhow. And, I love 'them'. I really do.

More details (with splits) later...although it might have to wait until tomorrow night because I've got a 24 hours from hell coming up now. I won't go into the boring details of my daily schedule, but suffice it to say that watching me run around getting from event to event for the next day would be the equivalent of watching a amphetamine-pumped hamster on a wheel.