Sigh

There was a brief moment today when I thought it was Thursday but then I woke up (I love Baby Mammoth) to the fact that is in all actuality Tuesday and so I have many miles to run before I sleep (fitfully, as I tend to do).
We had a choice of running hills or Yasso's tonight and an email went out from a guy that I struggle to keep up with (when I'm in peak condition) stating that the idea of running 10 Yasso 800's (to be read: around the track 20 times full bore, plus 10 more laps due to the post Yasso bring-your-heart-rate-down-so-that-you-don't-have-a-coronary lap) was rather nauseating. I must admit: I haven't been to the clinic in a while for that exact same reason. Plus we totally slept in on Sunday. Running in circles for great lengths of time is something that I do at work, not for fun. He proposed a 10k. Me, Michael and L showed up. He put us through the ringer. I have done the route that we did tonight on my own and with Michael in the past and I have never done it as fast as I did it tonight. I thought about begging off, waving them on, faking a heart attack, but I trailed behind them as best I could and tried to redeem myself over the last couple of miles.
I'm proud of my run. I couldn't touch these guys in the last clinic and they're still out of my league, but the gap is lessening.
Coffee afterwards until 8:45. Free Starbucks samples (what's with this whole instant coffee thing?). An invite from another couple to go downtown and have dinner and then listen to some jazz afterwards on Friday night.
I dunno. It's corny, I guess. But I liked coming home to my nice home and eating a nice meal while flipping through Vanity Fair and then watching a couple of episodes of 30 Rock (I finally made it through Season One!) and I have an interesting night out with Michael tomorrow and then the jazz thing on Friday night and then some cat sitting for my mom in Kits (which means I get to have at least one more beautiful Vancouver run before the marathon - so excited about that) and beers with the gang on Sunday and dinner with a friend that I haven't seen in over a year on Monday.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that when I moved here a couple of years ago I didn't know anyone but Michael. And now I house sit for a couple here, and people come up to me at the clinic and are happy to see me and talk to me and I have a good rapport with my neighbours and my major complaint of late is that it's hard to say yes to all the people that want to me to say yes to them while trying to run back to back marathons.
So pretty much? As far as things go? I'm golden.
And I love Baby Mammoth.