Eep! It’s 2015, how the heck did that happen?
Big Ring and I aren’t big partiers; we rang in the New Year pretty much just like we do any other day. We did have dinner after Little Ring went to bed, which we don’t normally do, but the last day of 2014 was apparently supposed to be a special one, if social media is any kind of indication, so we figured we’d change it up. We had thought about renting a movie, but finding something via iTunes can be frustrating at the best of times (we miss video stores) and before long I had lost my mojo for watching a movie. We finally settled in for an episode of Million Dollar Listings (been binge watching it for the last week) and were in bed by 11:15, lights out by 11:30, one of us softly snoring by 11:33.
Happy New Year!!!
And so, without a raging hangover headache, or sour pukiness in the belly, or the sleepies keeping me in my pajamas and vegging on the couch all day, how’s a girl to ring in the first day of the New Year?
Go for a run, that’s how!
NEW YEAR’S SPEED INTERVALS:
3:50 p.m. BG before: 9.5
Carbs: 1/2 apple and 1T PB (1 hour prior)
Temp. basal: -50% (1 hour prior) and -30% (during)
Workout: 6 x 3 minutes at 3 km goal pace (4:30-4:50) with 3 minute walk in between each set.
Time: 52:26
Distance: 7.95 km
Average interval pace: 4:34 min/km
5:30 p.m. BG after: 7.2
Temp. basal: +80% (1 hour)
Thank goodness for my UBC running chicks who stepped up this week to help keep me accountable. Mrs. Healthy Beacon and I met at Fortius for a late afternoon of speed intervals. We immediately faced a problem. It wasn’t open. Both of us drove about 20 minutes. Both of us are of the female ilk. Both of us have bladders the size of a peanut.
We had to pee!!!
The thing is, despite being in a heavily populated recreational area that on most days have washrooms aplenty, this was New Year’s Day. Nothing is opened on New Year’s Day. Even the port-a-potty we spotted adjacent to the archery field was padlocked closed.
Starting to freak out. It was freezing cold. I was not so keen to squat in the bushes and get frost bite on my butt. But at this point, what were my options? I could feel my bladder getting fuller and fuller. There was no way I could run speed intervals, pounding my feet fast and hard, with a bladder ready to explode.
We kept walking. Healthy Beacon, who used to live nearby, thought maybe the park washrooms would be open. There were cars in the parking lot, people walking about, this was promising. We saw an older gentleman walk towards the washroom, ohhhhh, fingers are crossed. Not even 10 seconds later, though, he was back out walking towards us. Noooooooo!
We did not give up. We needed to try those doors for ourselves. We neared the doors. Please. Please. Please. We put our hands against its coldness. Please. Please. Pleased. We pushed. Halleluja! Halleluja! Halleluja!
The run was saved 🙂
Yay for a warm washroom & happy new year!! Our new year’s were like yours for many years but we’ve since made friends with some neighbours who throw a party every year. Have a great 2015!