I had a pretty quiet weekend, with nothing to get up early for or keep me up too late. Lovely. I played soccer Friday night and we won (yay!), and played again last night and we lost (boo). Last night’s game was particularly frustrating. We lost 4-2, but really should have tied 2-2 if our goalie didn’t suck. We played them well; they just got two lucky breaks from our keeper’s inability to actually catch the ball and keep it from rolling through her legs. It’s a lot more frustrating to lose when you know you could and probably should have won.
Saturday night I went to the boat parade in Kemah. There were somewhere around 100 boats, all decked out in Christmas lights and other decorations. They motored down the lake to the bridge, where they turned around and came back, so we got to see them all multiple times. It was really cool — I don’t know why I haven’t watched it in past years. I took a lot of pictures, but only a dozen or so really turned out well. The slow shutter speed didn’t mesh too well with the fact that the boats were moving. Go figure.
We watched from the marina where Rich’s friends Phil and Renee live on their very pretty 42-foot sailboat. That’s twice in the past year I’ve visited someone who lives on a boat, and both times it’s made me want to do the same — drop everything and live on something that floats. I doubt I would actually like it for more than a few weeks, but there is something appealing about the minimalist lifestyle. If nothing else, it would force me to get rid of all my crap! And they’re not as small as you’d think. We had 10 people on the boat on Saturday night after the parade watching a movie, and it wasn’t even uncomfortable!
Yesterday I went for a run over in Nassau Bay, and the weather was wreaking havoc on my poor abused body. It was almost 80 degrees out, and a bit humid. In December. It was actually a lovely day, and would have been appreciated at almost any other time of year, but it was not the type of day that should occur in December. My planned 8-10 miles turned into only about 5.5. Sigh. My knee is hurting as well, and I’ve only run 8.5 miles since the 30K a week ago. This weekend I really need to do a 15-miler. And the week after that, while I’m home, I plan to do 20-22. Then another 12-13-miler, then an 8-miler or so. (All of those with at least a couple shorter runs on weekdays, of course.)
Then…marathon day on January 16. Here’s hoping my knee stops hurting.
