|New Year's. I'm clutching|
her out of fear of fireworks.
Also, I'd been drinking.
Point being, running around Central Park is boring. Running around Central Park when you tell me it's a Norwegian Festival - that's a different story. The t-shirt? Meh. The course? Eh. Norway? AWESOME!
|Southern Sweden has its own Stonehenge.|
Impressive, until you see that the stones are waist-high.
|If you could eat like this every Christmas,|
wouldn't you? That's EEL in the bottom
left. Yummy EEL. The rest is herring. And ham.
Back to running. It was gorgeous weather and I went out strong, but I faltered at the end. My goal was to make it a pace run, as close to MP as I could, and to that end I finished only two minutes under my goal. But my splits were terrifically uneven, with a solid first half and a much slower second half. (I had to hard reset my Garmin last week, so I don't have my mile splits, sadly.) I've been having some weird dizzy spells this past week (I'M TOTALLY FINE AND I KNOW WHAT'S CAUSING THEM AND I'M GOING TO SEE MY DOCTOR THIS MORNING), but I realized near the 10m mark that I was actually feeling nauseated from running a curvy part of the road. Motion sickness: it's not just for cars or planes or boats anymore! So, I took it easy. There were lox and waffles at the end - sadly, I dawdled meeting some people from twitter at baggage and didn't get any waffles but the salmon was good and the company was worth it.
|I totally stole this picture from Lauren, so go to her blog.|
The guy from Roxette is way, way successful in Sweden. Still. I know this song is in Swedish and all, but I triple-dog-dare you to try to get it out of your head after a listen. As upbeat as the song sounds, the lyrics are actually quite depressing in translation.
And if you like that? Let me know. I'd be happy to turn this blog into "Go Tracy Listen to Swedish Music" instead.