1. Friends, I come to you today with the most tragic news. After the final tally of steps in my company’s September step challenge (which, I would like to point out, really should have been called the Steptember Challenge. One more complaint to file with the people who organized this.), I finished in third place. *sobs forever* To add insult to injury, I finished in third place by a mere 1,524 steps. *increased eternal sobbing* Had I made more of an effort to get additional steps the day before the 20 miler (instead of my paltry 4,201), or even done one more lap of my neighborhood walk on Monday, I easily would’ve surpassed my rival and taken home the metaphorical silver. Instead, I will forever be haunted by the 1,524 steps I did not take in September, relegating me to third place and crushing disappointment.
I’m being dramatic, obviously. Life will certainly go on. I had nothing to actually lose or gain from coming in second place over third (other than my fragile pride, that is), so it’s hardly the end of the world. If nothing else, I definitely learned that I am FAR more competitive about these sorts of things than I realized. Like I said last week, I went out of my way to get as many steps as possible this month, but it wasn’t until reviewing my all-time (since June 2016) Fitbit data that I realized quite how far I took things. I averaged 20,618 steps for the month of September and only had one day where I didn’t hit 10,000 steps (that cursed day before the 20 miler). My previous daily-average record was 17,966 (August 2018). I must admit that I’m pretty with myself for setting a new daily average PR, especially since I live in the suburbs now and consequentially have less opportunity to walk places.
I must also admit that I am SO GLAD the step challenge is over. Now I can live my life normally, and more importantly, start actually resting my legs for taper.
2. I also have un-tragic news! After my run on Saturday, I went to the Nike store on Michigan Ave. on a quest for marathon gear, and they had plenty. I am now the proud owner of a heathered blue half-zip and, more importantly, my annual marathon hat. I probably won’t even need to go to Nike at the expo now?! What am I going to do with myself instead??
As I was making my purchase at Nike, the employee handling my transaction asked if I was running the race (which seemed like a silly question at the time, until it occurred to me that people probably buy race swag as gifts for their loved ones who are running the race, so I no longer think it’s a silly question), and then asked what my goal time is. To my surprise, I realized I really didn’t have an answer for him. I said 4:45, but I don’t know that that’s really what I’m aiming for. I don’t know what I’m aiming for! I guess a sub-5:00? It’s going to depend so much on the weather that I don’t feel like I can have a reasonable goal time until, like, 24 hours before the race. It’d be nice to PR, of course, but I think I’m really more concerned with extending my no-bonk streak to three consecutive marathons than I am with finishing in a certain time. Though that mindset could certainly change in the next week 😛
3. I came into work one day last week to discover that I am woefully underenthusiastic about Halloween compared to my coworkers. The area where my team sits was totally done up in Halloween decor: garlands, fake webs, plastic spiders, pumpkins, skeletons: the whole nine yards. It was quite obvious that my desk was dragging down the aesthetic, and feeling bad about it, I decided to check out what Target had to offer online. In so doing, I discovered this year’s iterations of the birds Kim sent me last year, and decided a weekend trip to Target was in order.
I haven’t come up with good, bird pun names for the two new additions to my collection yet. Apparently they come with names (the one with the pumpkin mask is Spookster, and the one in the witch’s hat is Cackles), but those are boring and not punny. I need ideas!