Well I figured out a compromise to my December 31st/January 1st query in my last post. I figured whatever mileage I ran to warm up can count for 12/31, then the run itself can count for 1/1. There-a little something for each day.

Yes, it really was 18 degrees. No, it wasn't as bad as it may have sounded. Just had to layer right (running skirt over tights is a great cold-weather idea!) and was grateful for the hats we got in the swag bag this year (makes up for the ugly green shirt.) Plus I ran to the start to warm up that way. Surprisingly, saw no Flyers around. I know both that I was tentatively supposed to meet up with for the run decided to bail due to the cold...but figured there would be others. (Or am I the only crazy vain person who has to worry about fitting into her clothes?) Thanks to my trusty wireless communication device, I found out there were a few en route from the east side, but as midnight got closer I was getting too cold just standing around, and wanted to get a decent starting position so I could start running as soon as possible.

So I wandered over to the start and squeezed in as close to the front as possible which actually wasnt so close. And small world-there was a guy who recognized me from last year's Need for Speed-apparently we both were supposed to run leg 9 when we got the announcement that the race was canceled. (though surprised he recognized me-after all I had a lot of clothing on now and back then I had, uh, much less on.) Unfortunately, he was running with a girl-probably a girlfriend (of course this always happens to me.)
So blah blah blah, its midnight, happy new year, fireworks go off. Cross the start within 2 minutes. And even though I didn't race this, I didn't exactly take it easy either...the quicker I run, the quicker I finish. And that first mile included a bit of crowding too!! Didn't even bother stopping for "champagne" at the 2-mile point, as I carried my own in my water bottle (would you expect anything less?) At the beginning of mile 4, I spotted Moz and shouted at him. I picked up the pace a little, wanting to be done and taking advantage of the downhill. And done I was, in 33 and change minutes. Sorta uneventful, but it was 4 miles in the books for 2009. Saw Moz and some of his TRD teammates near the finish, posed for a coupla pics, chatted for a few minutes and then I wanted to get home and get inside. So that's how I started off 2009...not really with a bang.
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And now, some venting, if you don't want to read-please press the back button immediately. If not, hey dont say I didn't warn you.
I swear, what is it about New Year's Eve that always seems to accentuate how lonely I am? The fact that once again, I had no one special in my life to share last night with, to kiss at midnight, to run with me last night...it just brought to mind that even though I did have running-related successes in 2008, I failed miserably at something more important-the boyfriend department. And the fact that I had to defend to my mom on the phone yesterday why I was still doing the run when it was cold out, why I didn't get invited to any NYE parties, why I have to do things by myself...yeah, you can understand why I was crying by the time I got off the phone. Seriously, is it my fault that all my friends are in relationships and I'm left out in the cold? I'm sick of her and others saying "oh you never know, you'll find someone..." I call BS on that. It's easy to say that when you were married with 2 kids when you were my age-they don't know what it's like, how hard it is. I'm realistic, I know I don't have too many good years left-and at this point, I only see a guy being interested in me if he isn't looking to start a family-because at my age, I don't know what my options are. And believe me, again, it's not that I'm not trying...I guess all in all, I really feel like I'm "on the outs." And I swore to myself years ago I wouldn't let myself be in this situation again, feeling like the only single person...
Yeah I know, I ran a great marathon, I had a good running year, etc...but what did I ultimately sacrifice for that? And if I want to qualify for Boston this year...do I need to sacrifice that again? So confused...(or maybe I need to stop watching Sex and the City...)