Another night, another something on TV to keep me up past midnight. Last night it was a soccer game, but not just any soccer game. It was a US vs. Mexico women’s match, and the final game of Mia Hamm, Julie Foudy, and Joy Fawcett’s storied careers. They won 5-0, and Mia walked off the field with tears in her eyes. I’ll miss watching them play for the women’s national team; they had a really incredible run, and I’m especially glad I got to see them play back in October when they came through Houston on their farewell tour.
I went jogging with Rich and Phil again last night. We went a little faster than last week, but not too much, which turned out to be good because even after three days of rest since the 30K, my legs were really sluggish and heavy. My knees still ache a bit too. I’m ready for the marathon to get here, so I can tackle it, finish it, and go back to the slightly less painful kind of running.
Today is the holiday luncheon at work. It’s my third Christmas (oh my god, third??) as a full-timer, but this is the first year I’ll be at the luncheon. The past two years they’ve had it much later, and I was always already gone. It will be nice to be around for it, even if I’ve heard that the “door prizes” are crappy. The food should be good, anyway.
