Today is Ash Wednesday, which for those who don’t suffer from Catholic guilt, is the beginning of Lent. For as long as I can remember we always had to give something up for Lent. Some years it was sweets, some it was soda. It always seemed so hard, which I guess was the point, but each year we did it. This year, instead of giving something up I’m going to challenge myself to write at least one post a day, even if it’s just a picture or a saying or a feeling. I guess we’ll see how that goes…
It’s also at this time of year that I’m reminded of the time my brother gave up pop tarts for Lent. My mom bought a box of his favorites and set it on the top of the fridge. At the end of 40 days, that box would be his reward for giving them up. My mom was so proud of him that he had held out so long. Palm Sunday rolled around and she went to give him the box and instantly realized that he had not abstained at all, but rather opened the bottom of the box, ate the pop tarts and glued the box back shut! This would not be the first or last time he ate something he wasn’t supposed to (i.e. my easter candy) and covered it up.
Training notes: Had an awesome 18 mile run on Saturday. Stuck to the Charles to avoid hills for at least one more week. The knee was definitely stiff the next day, but I hope a few days of stretching, yoga and icing will do the trick.
One last note, I think I mentioned back at the beginning of February that my run club was interviewed for Competitor magazine. Well the March issue just came out and I’m famous!! Ok, maybe not famous, but I got my name and picture in a running magazine! I’m the one on the left in the white hat and gloves. Not my finest fashion moment, but give me a break we were in the middle of a polar vortex! #Boston Strong