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52 and Running

52.

Now 52 is a very important number. Not only is it divisible by 2, 4, 13, and 24, but it's also 2 more than halfway to 100 and 16 more than 36. There are 52 weeks in a year and it just so happens to be the atomic number of tellurium. The U.S. Route 52 runs of South Carolina to North Dakota and 52 is the 5th Bell number.

Oh and also there were 52 degrees in today's weather.

Screw all those other facts - say what?! Yes you heard me right oh ever faithful blog-readers of mine (Hi mom...)

Today, January 24, 2012, was 52 degrees out. And to think 2 days ago I forced myself to run 10 miles over snow and ice in teen-temps. Today I wore none other than my Nike shorts and my Triathlon t-shirt. I think I even got a tan.

In other news, I also ran a 5k (3.1 miles) in 21:32, an ALMOST record for me. My 2012 goal is sub-21 minutes. So really, 23 days into the New Year and I'm only 32 seconds away! Not too shabby. Must've been that 100+ miles I ran over Christmas break...
Not only that but I also fought off the urge to vomit and cut off my legs and managed a 10k in 46:34. Again, not too bad! Maybe that's even good. Maybe I'll revive my dream to become a pro triathlete! (Fat. Chance.)
But all my joys were lost when I came home, uploaded my data onto my computer via Garmen Personal Trainer and saw that Garmin rated by flat out 6 mile sprint a 'jog.' I've never been so offended in my life. And by a computer. What is it to judge my RUN (and yes, it was RUN, not a jog. Katies don't jog. Ok, Katie jogged once. But it was the day after a marathon cut me some slack).
So, new 2012 goal. Screw the times. Screw the mileage. My new goal is to get Garmin to recognize me as a RUNNER, not a JOGGER.

love love love,
me

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