I want Michael to call so I can go and have that facking nap

It was chilly heading down to the clinic. It was not very well attended since yesterday was Valentine's Day and a lot of people are running the First Half half marathon this morning, plus the Fort Langley Historic Half. Jerks. Thirteen miles? Why get out of bed? I kid, I kid!!
Headed out with my group and I was the only girl today. He he. It's sort of like the Safety Meetings I had at my last job except instead of drinking coffee with a bunch of attractive guys for twenty minutes I have to run with a bunch of attractive guys for over two hours.
Anyways, I got up earlier than normal today because I was thinking about what a hard run last Sunday's 13 miler was. I felt so bad and out of shape and I started to worry how I was supposed to manage through today's 15 miler (plus more, conceivably).
But man. It is a beautiful, beautiful day. I saw the sun come up and then we headed out to Edgemont and then down, down to Ambleside and we ran along the seawall there and goddamn if I don't live in one of the most beautiful places in the world. The sun was shining, the tide was in and we were looking across the ocean to Stanley Park and enjoying the sunshine on our labouring bodies as we weaved in and out of pedestrians. I chatted with most of the guys and some of them have such great stories. One guy is leaving March 1st for New Zealand to run the Ironman there. His fourth. Another guy had this great story about a restaurant in Ambleside where he had taken his girlfriend at the time back when "minimum wage was like five bucks or $3.65 an hour or something" (so over 25 years ago) and they go to this restaurant and she says "I have something to tell you, but I'll tell you after dinner" and the dinner cost him a month's wages (granted, he was a young guy and I think he was washing dishes or something, but still) and the thing that she wanted to tell him was that she wanted to break up with him. I turn to him and say "That's a really horrible story" and he laughs. Turns out they ended up getting married and are celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary in June and they might go back to the restaurant. I suggested that he make her pay and then serve her with divorce papers after dinner as a joke. Cause I would find that pretty facking funny. Which is why I spend a lot of time alone.
Some of the people that were in our group were actually faster than us so they started pulling away and it's weird how you just start to gravitate towards them (someone called it a vortex). You'd think they had candy bars in their pockets or something. I don't have a watch that gives me my pace per mile but I guess I was silly to think that the Ironman I was running with was actually doing an 8:30 mile pace and this would explain why I had a really good time for the mileage I put in today.
Then I boldly announced to my clinic leader that I was not returning to the store with them because I was adding on some mileage. See, it's like dieting: if you announce it to people, you have to do it. And then we were slogging up Keith hill to the store and I gave a queenly wave and carried on for an extra twentyish minutes to pull in 17.3 miles in 2:24.
Yes. That's right kiddies. Only nine miles short of a marathon. It was good. It felt good. I like it. Give it to me. I hate my gels cause I bought the crap ones again, but that's okay cause as I was running back towards my apartment I was just thinking "glorious".
It's all so glorious.
Also? I got home around 10:30 and had enough time to sit on my deck and read and enjoy the morning sun. That's another kick ass thing about running at 8am.
Yay fun happy time double monkey luck long runs.