1. Our oven is dead. The repair man came to check things out yesterday and the fix will cost about the same amount as it would to replace the thing. It's like the previous home owner decided to leave right before everything failed, but not soon enough that it would look like he screwed us over. First the washing machine, then the furnace, and now the oven. Let's just hope it's something cheap next time.
2. For my spring marathon, Alyssa's friend put together a pretty challenging training schedule. Just looking at it is terrifying, but he wasn't done. I also need to add in a bit of speed work if I want to PR on the race. Speed work in the snow terrifies me, so I've decided to do that portion of my training on the treadmill with a 2 incline. Yesterday was a 5 mile day, so I turned it into a progression run. I started at a 6.5 (9:13 min/mile) pace to warm up and ended at 7.9 for the last mile. My average pace was 7:50 min/mile overall. There were times when I thought my heart would pound out of my chest, but I finished feeling strong and then sat on the couch for the rest of the night.
3. Everyday, I take Bungee with me to the post office (yep, if you order from Aspaeris, it will be hand mailed to you by me!). They have treats at the post office windows, so it's her favorite place to go. She sits very quietly and well behaved while we're in line and then launches herself at the window when it's our turn.
Yesterday, she was sitting quietly and a man walked behind her to put something in the mailbox and then when he turned around and walked back he stepped on her...on her already injured tail. Awesome! She yelped really loudly and then basically tried to hide by sitting on my feet. She was a little shocked, but overall ok after a few minutes, but the man who stepped on her wasn't even the least bit remorseful. I got a cursory "sorry" out of him and then he left. He didn't bother to check if she was ok, didn't bother to even see my reaction to him mangling my dog, just nothing.
I didn't yell at him, I just gave him a dirty look and then made sure Bungee was ok, but, seriously, who does that??? Even if you don't like dogs, that sound she made would worry anyone or at least tell you that you'd hurt her. What a jerk.
Do you do speed work regularly?