Got up on time today, that's a plus. Ate, stretched, prepared myself, plus, plus, plus. Kissed the hubster goodbye, plus. Went out to the car and noticed the cloud coverage, plus! Maybe 12 miles won't be too bad.
At the park, the crowd had gathered. I found my team and we were reviewing the route. Our head coach called us to order and mentioned the possibility of rain, and maybe some thunder and lightning (a cloud lights up behind her). Some more talking, some more clouds lighting up. "If you're uncomfortable heading out, that's OK, you can make up the run on your own," but everyone is ready to run, so we all head out.
As we pass the Middle School, the clouds are huge and ominous, rolling towards us. Someone says, "I feel like Dorothy," but we all are certain that we won't be lifted high into the sky. We start our run and feel a few rain drops. I see my old team and chit chat with them a minute while running. They pass us and we eventually make our turn off of Oxford Road. Bolts of lighting and thunder are pretty common by then, but I mostly ignored them. One of the coaches drives past us, catches up with old team and tells them to turn around, the run is being canned. So we all do an about-face and head back to our cars. By now the rain is really hard; this has grown from a sprinkle to a rain, to a storm. I caught up with my old team to run back with them a bit quicker. A car with one of our people passes us and offers a ride for two of us, but we pass it up since there were three of us. Then, one of our coaches drives up and doesn't offer, but commands us, "GET IN THE CAR!"
"Are we going to sit on each other's lap?" one of us asks.
"We grew up in the 70's, it's OK," I reply.
The thought of three of us piling into an already occupied sedan was hysterical to me! Our mom-figure yelling at us to get out of the rain, all of us obeying, two of us climbing into a back seat with two gals already there - I found it a riot. It reminded me of being in grade school, being driven to band practice - SEVEN of us in a small Honda, two in the bucket seat in front, and five of us in the back seat, instruments and book bags and bodies shoved everywhere. With my reunion only a few weeks behind me, this was really an exciting and wonderful memory to relive. However, as an adult in 2008, I knew the situation was not great, and our coach was not happy with it or the prior decision of letting us run. But this is the thing memories are made of, you couldn't plan this!
We get back to the park and our coach was heading out to pick up more soggy runners. After we sprung out of the car like clowns, I heard one girl say, "I think that's a cheerio on your back." I mean, if you can't find the humor in it!
Total time running 24 minutes. I have to run the 12 miles on me own now within 24 hours. Hello YMCA! What a hoot.
PS - As I drove home, I had to use the high-speed wipers and there were lightning bolts and thunder claps so close you couldn't even count "one one-thousand". They did the right thing by calling it. However, I bet within a half hour, it had passed. By then, I was changed and snuggy in my bed again. The kids were still snuggy on their own, and we were able to greet 8:00 on a Saturday in bed! I was expecting a good morning, but it sure did turn out differently than I had planned! A very different kind of good!
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
6 Mile Recovery Run
Good News! I did six miles without hurting!!!! Praise God from whom all blessings flow! Sing it with me!
I did my two maintenance runs this week as walks and got up to 4.2 mph - top speed. I was over the moon that I could at least maintain a 15 minute mile for, well, only two miles, but still - no pain! I kibbitzed with my coaches and, same story as always - "ice, stretch, get insoles, you can do this. Head out with the 2:3 group this week (run 2 minutes, walk 3) instead of walking it. See how it goes." I was just so nervous about hurting, but I was reassured my one coach that I'm not a whimp because of that, nobody likes hurting. I felt a little better then.
Thursday night my hubby got me heat moldable insoles ($30, but WORTH IT) which we put in my shoes Friday night, ready for my 6 a.m. group run. I put out all my clothing, got my water ready, Shot Blocks, etc., set my alarm for 5:03(p.m.). 5:50 A.M. Derek nudges me and says, "Don't you have to leave?" eeek! I have never done anything so fast in my life, I was out the door and at the park by 6:00! I get there with tears just under the surface because I wanted this to go well, I was behind the eight ball already and I just didn't feel prepared at all. My best running buddy was sad because of a non-running issue, and my other gal pal was hesitantly excited since she just committed to running the full marathon in October! Can we say emotional soup, please?
I found my group and off we went. We had to walk a bit first to get where we needed to start, and then >bang!< We were off, running more swiftly than a ... butterfly? spider? centipede? It doesn't matter, we were moving! The old right knee felt a bit funny, but was no where near hurting! Our pace was slow and the steps short, which is what the coaches had ordered. The walk breaks were more like saunters! In the end, we completed the 6 miles in an hour and 38 minutes. That's over a 16 minute mile. :\ I'm horrified, but not hurting. I think I have to chose physical benefits over my pride - this time. We'll see how it shakes out Aug. 31st.
The weather was in our favor, for sure, warm but with a nice breeze. My new running companions were chatty and welcoming. At the water stops, I didn't need to be spritzed down or grab any ice (weather or lack of exertion?) Once, I noticed I was pulling out in front a little, but I'm glad I had them to pull me back. I felt good all the way through and had a huge smile for my coaches at the end of the run. Derek was just as pleased when I returned home with a happy face and a healthy knee! :)
Next week - 12 miles. I know it will take us close to four hours - the 2:3 team did 11 miles last week in 3:40something! I'm going to die if it's over four - on race day, you are disqualified if you don't finish within four hours. Breathe in, breathe out. It will work itself out. That's for sure.
Little steps, new insoles, slower pace; three good things. Two new generous contributors - Kevin Frankel and Stacey Haynie; two GREAT people! A new hope for finishing this half marathon without pain; that's OK by me! :)
I did my two maintenance runs this week as walks and got up to 4.2 mph - top speed. I was over the moon that I could at least maintain a 15 minute mile for, well, only two miles, but still - no pain! I kibbitzed with my coaches and, same story as always - "ice, stretch, get insoles, you can do this. Head out with the 2:3 group this week (run 2 minutes, walk 3) instead of walking it. See how it goes." I was just so nervous about hurting, but I was reassured my one coach that I'm not a whimp because of that, nobody likes hurting. I felt a little better then.
Thursday night my hubby got me heat moldable insoles ($30, but WORTH IT) which we put in my shoes Friday night, ready for my 6 a.m. group run. I put out all my clothing, got my water ready, Shot Blocks, etc., set my alarm for 5:03(p.m.). 5:50 A.M. Derek nudges me and says, "Don't you have to leave?" eeek! I have never done anything so fast in my life, I was out the door and at the park by 6:00! I get there with tears just under the surface because I wanted this to go well, I was behind the eight ball already and I just didn't feel prepared at all. My best running buddy was sad because of a non-running issue, and my other gal pal was hesitantly excited since she just committed to running the full marathon in October! Can we say emotional soup, please?
I found my group and off we went. We had to walk a bit first to get where we needed to start, and then >bang!< We were off, running more swiftly than a ... butterfly? spider? centipede? It doesn't matter, we were moving! The old right knee felt a bit funny, but was no where near hurting! Our pace was slow and the steps short, which is what the coaches had ordered. The walk breaks were more like saunters! In the end, we completed the 6 miles in an hour and 38 minutes. That's over a 16 minute mile. :\ I'm horrified, but not hurting. I think I have to chose physical benefits over my pride - this time. We'll see how it shakes out Aug. 31st.
The weather was in our favor, for sure, warm but with a nice breeze. My new running companions were chatty and welcoming. At the water stops, I didn't need to be spritzed down or grab any ice (weather or lack of exertion?) Once, I noticed I was pulling out in front a little, but I'm glad I had them to pull me back. I felt good all the way through and had a huge smile for my coaches at the end of the run. Derek was just as pleased when I returned home with a happy face and a healthy knee! :)
Next week - 12 miles. I know it will take us close to four hours - the 2:3 team did 11 miles last week in 3:40something! I'm going to die if it's over four - on race day, you are disqualified if you don't finish within four hours. Breathe in, breathe out. It will work itself out. That's for sure.
Little steps, new insoles, slower pace; three good things. Two new generous contributors - Kevin Frankel and Stacey Haynie; two GREAT people! A new hope for finishing this half marathon without pain; that's OK by me! :)
Sunday, July 20, 2008
This Weekend, 11 Miles or 5.5 if you're me!
Many thoughts are zipping around in my mind - where to start?
I guess I can start by giving a BIG THANK YOU to the people that have pushed me over the edge of my fundraising goal! Family - Aunt Flossie and Cousin Kristine and families, current friends - Melanie and Wade Dressler, and high school friends - Angela Grice, and Albert (Gonzalez) Pantoja. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Over $1,300 for the kids of Easton :) They and I so appreciate your help! :)
Next, my knee update. All I can do is blurg it all out - my right knee hurts and it makes me want to quit. If I didn't get close to $300 last week towards this running gig, I might have said "Forget this whole thing", but since I believe things happen for a reason, I think the mad rush of moola came a long to keep me going. I can say to someone, "I really hurt, and this stinks, and why do I want to put myself through this", but on the other hand I feel I can't say, "Thanks for your money, I'm bailing." So, on with the show I go.
I did have my high school reunion last weekend, which was an utter blast! Prior to going, my coach suggested I take the week and the 5 mile run off, rest up. :D And boy, I DID! I ran maybe 100 feet in a parking lot that weekend; it was nice to power myself and know I could run without being winded. However, I also took the next week off (this past week) because I was away and hadn't brought any of my stuff - no sneakers, no running gear - bubkis. So yesterday was the first day in 2 weeks I was going to run. I was nervous. I had no idea how my knees or hip would feel. I knew I wasn't going to make the 11 miles, that was out of the question. I was aiming for 5, my coach alluded to 7ish with walking the rest of the way. I just had to listen to my body. THANKFULLY, I had my best running buddy there and she was a HUGE encourager!
So off we all started, 6 a.m., down Oxford Road. Hot and humid, but do-able. Around the 1st mile marker, my right knee started to say, "hello!" We continued our 3:2 pace until mile 2. We met up with another group who was doing a 2:3 pace (run 2 mins., walk 3. Who knew you could do it that way?!) So L. and I said, eh, let's try a 3:3. We met up with our coach along the way and she suggested we do a 2:3 like the other group. We were quizzical about how that could be better for us, but I tell you what - I didn't miss the extra minute of running. I've turned into an old softie! At one point I felt like I could do better walking than running! We had a 18:33 mile! That's horrific! That was including running! L is a good gal to put up with me and my lame knee. Her knees hurt, too. I don't know how she goes on.
Well, we passed Miles 3, 4 and 5, and my heart was a little happy. I passed my own little cut off of 5 miles! I was just hoping my knee would hold out a bit longer. As we ran down Harrison Street, just after crossing Dover Street, in an instant my knee nearly killed me. I really hurt. Being stubborn (at times I can be) I just wanted to get to Mile 6, which I thought was at Goldsborough, just a block away. No yellow sign, surely it was just a few minutes away if I were in good running condition. Since I wasn't, and I stumble/scuffled while walking, I didn't get to see it. L & I gave each other a sweaty hug, and I left her to go it alone! She's one brave cookie! So, I packed it in, took off my water belt and headed back to our meeting place. I saw other gals who started a half hour after us, running the same street we ran 5 minutes ago. Eh, whatcanyoudo, those gals are gazelle-like and healthy. I just concentrated on getting back to the park without being too discouraged, I was doing what was best for my knee, I couldn't do the rest of the run today.
Arriving at the park, I realized that I didn't have my keys - we put them in a drop box like we're drunks (so we don't have to run with them, really). One of our coaches drove up and said that the other coach was out looking for me (aww! I love that! They really do care for you during this Marathon Rocks endeavour). She listened to my story of knee and no hip pain and she said, "Sounds like runner's knee probably brought on with the IT Band action." Great! Now I have TWO ailments I have to work on/around/with. Blurg.
I got home and I was walking OK, with a limp, but OK. Our head coach called at lunch time and suggested insoles and to build up my hamstring and quad muscles. At home coach, Derek, agreed. Last night I could barely walk, and this morning HUGE pain. But! Thank God for Advil! I've been doing much better ever since!
Everyone is so encouraging and telling me I can do this. "If you look ahead and look back you'll be glad you kept going." I don't like this pain. I don't like having to decide if living with and working through this pain is worth the goal of finishing a half marathon. The other goal of raising money has been obtained, by kindness of others. Really, I could wimp out now but still have helped out, which was an objective. Is the excitement of crossing that finish line worth the extra time and effort now? I guess I'm figuring it is. My friend, L, reminded me that this is hugely mental, I have to reframe my thoughts and opinion of myself and situation. I have to toughen up. I am, after all, a New Yorker! You can't get much tougher than that, right? And I just spent some time in NY - what am I thinking? I drove in NYC! I braved rush hour traffic in one of the most populated cities in the country! Of course I can do this! OK - Here I go - I'm getting ready to get over this pity party. Life's tough, get a helmet (or some Advil, knee braces, coaches and trainers, etc.!). Next week - a scheduled and will-be-successful - 6 mile run! :)
Thanks for letting me blurg and blog! :] Sue
I guess I can start by giving a BIG THANK YOU to the people that have pushed me over the edge of my fundraising goal! Family - Aunt Flossie and Cousin Kristine and families, current friends - Melanie and Wade Dressler, and high school friends - Angela Grice, and Albert (Gonzalez) Pantoja. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Over $1,300 for the kids of Easton :) They and I so appreciate your help! :)
Next, my knee update. All I can do is blurg it all out - my right knee hurts and it makes me want to quit. If I didn't get close to $300 last week towards this running gig, I might have said "Forget this whole thing", but since I believe things happen for a reason, I think the mad rush of moola came a long to keep me going. I can say to someone, "I really hurt, and this stinks, and why do I want to put myself through this", but on the other hand I feel I can't say, "Thanks for your money, I'm bailing." So, on with the show I go.
I did have my high school reunion last weekend, which was an utter blast! Prior to going, my coach suggested I take the week and the 5 mile run off, rest up. :D And boy, I DID! I ran maybe 100 feet in a parking lot that weekend; it was nice to power myself and know I could run without being winded. However, I also took the next week off (this past week) because I was away and hadn't brought any of my stuff - no sneakers, no running gear - bubkis. So yesterday was the first day in 2 weeks I was going to run. I was nervous. I had no idea how my knees or hip would feel. I knew I wasn't going to make the 11 miles, that was out of the question. I was aiming for 5, my coach alluded to 7ish with walking the rest of the way. I just had to listen to my body. THANKFULLY, I had my best running buddy there and she was a HUGE encourager!
So off we all started, 6 a.m., down Oxford Road. Hot and humid, but do-able. Around the 1st mile marker, my right knee started to say, "hello!" We continued our 3:2 pace until mile 2. We met up with another group who was doing a 2:3 pace (run 2 mins., walk 3. Who knew you could do it that way?!) So L. and I said, eh, let's try a 3:3. We met up with our coach along the way and she suggested we do a 2:3 like the other group. We were quizzical about how that could be better for us, but I tell you what - I didn't miss the extra minute of running. I've turned into an old softie! At one point I felt like I could do better walking than running! We had a 18:33 mile! That's horrific! That was including running! L is a good gal to put up with me and my lame knee. Her knees hurt, too. I don't know how she goes on.
Well, we passed Miles 3, 4 and 5, and my heart was a little happy. I passed my own little cut off of 5 miles! I was just hoping my knee would hold out a bit longer. As we ran down Harrison Street, just after crossing Dover Street, in an instant my knee nearly killed me. I really hurt. Being stubborn (at times I can be) I just wanted to get to Mile 6, which I thought was at Goldsborough, just a block away. No yellow sign, surely it was just a few minutes away if I were in good running condition. Since I wasn't, and I stumble/scuffled while walking, I didn't get to see it. L & I gave each other a sweaty hug, and I left her to go it alone! She's one brave cookie! So, I packed it in, took off my water belt and headed back to our meeting place. I saw other gals who started a half hour after us, running the same street we ran 5 minutes ago. Eh, whatcanyoudo, those gals are gazelle-like and healthy. I just concentrated on getting back to the park without being too discouraged, I was doing what was best for my knee, I couldn't do the rest of the run today.
Arriving at the park, I realized that I didn't have my keys - we put them in a drop box like we're drunks (so we don't have to run with them, really). One of our coaches drove up and said that the other coach was out looking for me (aww! I love that! They really do care for you during this Marathon Rocks endeavour). She listened to my story of knee and no hip pain and she said, "Sounds like runner's knee probably brought on with the IT Band action." Great! Now I have TWO ailments I have to work on/around/with. Blurg.
I got home and I was walking OK, with a limp, but OK. Our head coach called at lunch time and suggested insoles and to build up my hamstring and quad muscles. At home coach, Derek, agreed. Last night I could barely walk, and this morning HUGE pain. But! Thank God for Advil! I've been doing much better ever since!
Everyone is so encouraging and telling me I can do this. "If you look ahead and look back you'll be glad you kept going." I don't like this pain. I don't like having to decide if living with and working through this pain is worth the goal of finishing a half marathon. The other goal of raising money has been obtained, by kindness of others. Really, I could wimp out now but still have helped out, which was an objective. Is the excitement of crossing that finish line worth the extra time and effort now? I guess I'm figuring it is. My friend, L, reminded me that this is hugely mental, I have to reframe my thoughts and opinion of myself and situation. I have to toughen up. I am, after all, a New Yorker! You can't get much tougher than that, right? And I just spent some time in NY - what am I thinking? I drove in NYC! I braved rush hour traffic in one of the most populated cities in the country! Of course I can do this! OK - Here I go - I'm getting ready to get over this pity party. Life's tough, get a helmet (or some Advil, knee braces, coaches and trainers, etc.!). Next week - a scheduled and will-be-successful - 6 mile run! :)
Thanks for letting me blurg and blog! :] Sue
Saturday, July 5, 2008
10 miles, done! But what's this?
The glory of finishing ten miles is overshadowed by pain in my right knee and hip, and a hobble like an old woman.
We had a brand new route today, heading out Oxford Road, around a lovely neighborhood, back into town and down familiar streets. The insides of my knees were acting up a little during my second maintenance run. I went about business the rest of the week; things were fine. Within the first two minutes of running I felt my knees again. Others were mentioning their aches and pains, ankles, someone's knee, someone's back from moving furniture... a bunch of griping hens, we were!
After 5 miles, my right hip began to hurt - inside hip and outside knee, thus I had both sides of my right knee cap hurting and my hip. Honestly, I just wanted these ten miles all done, I didn't pay attention to if it felt better while I walked or what. I do remember saying my knee felt "rusty" when I started running again - I imagined a rusty spokey-geary bit near the peddles on a bike. Just keep pushing the peddles and ya keep movin' forward. Just get it done.
The ten miles were done in 2 hours 24 minutes, 14.4 minutes per mile. 18 minutes for the last mile. Why didn't we just walk backwards, we coulda made it quicker! Geez. I'm disheartened because, once again, I find out that being lazy and doing the bare minimum has rotten rewards. I haven't cross-trained (maybe I want to be home instead of the gym all the time), I run only 5 or 6 miles a week (see reasoning above), so far this has be easy-ish? so why put in extra time and attention if it ain't broken. Ahh... but now things are falling apart and to fix it takes extra time and attention.
My super terrific at home coach suggested I roll out my ITB with a rolling pin type contraption he has. Just roll, up and down on the outside of my leg from my hip to my knee. I felt like a million bucks! Maybe if I do it again I won't walk like Quasimodo, where did I put it?
So - 10 miles done! Hurray! Only add a 5K and I've completed a half marathon! I just have to take it easy and train properly. I'm finishing this thing. I may be a slow learner, but I'm determined! Thank goodness next weekend is a five miler, I have to do it on my own at the Y in NY prior to my high school reunion. Figures, all of this a week before my high school reunion when I should be able to boogie the night away to 80s tunes and with old friends... I may be walking my five miles, but it'll get done!
We had a brand new route today, heading out Oxford Road, around a lovely neighborhood, back into town and down familiar streets. The insides of my knees were acting up a little during my second maintenance run. I went about business the rest of the week; things were fine. Within the first two minutes of running I felt my knees again. Others were mentioning their aches and pains, ankles, someone's knee, someone's back from moving furniture... a bunch of griping hens, we were!
After 5 miles, my right hip began to hurt - inside hip and outside knee, thus I had both sides of my right knee cap hurting and my hip. Honestly, I just wanted these ten miles all done, I didn't pay attention to if it felt better while I walked or what. I do remember saying my knee felt "rusty" when I started running again - I imagined a rusty spokey-geary bit near the peddles on a bike. Just keep pushing the peddles and ya keep movin' forward. Just get it done.
The ten miles were done in 2 hours 24 minutes, 14.4 minutes per mile. 18 minutes for the last mile. Why didn't we just walk backwards, we coulda made it quicker! Geez. I'm disheartened because, once again, I find out that being lazy and doing the bare minimum has rotten rewards. I haven't cross-trained (maybe I want to be home instead of the gym all the time), I run only 5 or 6 miles a week (see reasoning above), so far this has be easy-ish? so why put in extra time and attention if it ain't broken. Ahh... but now things are falling apart and to fix it takes extra time and attention.
My super terrific at home coach suggested I roll out my ITB with a rolling pin type contraption he has. Just roll, up and down on the outside of my leg from my hip to my knee. I felt like a million bucks! Maybe if I do it again I won't walk like Quasimodo, where did I put it?
So - 10 miles done! Hurray! Only add a 5K and I've completed a half marathon! I just have to take it easy and train properly. I'm finishing this thing. I may be a slow learner, but I'm determined! Thank goodness next weekend is a five miler, I have to do it on my own at the Y in NY prior to my high school reunion. Figures, all of this a week before my high school reunion when I should be able to boogie the night away to 80s tunes and with old friends... I may be walking my five miles, but it'll get done!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Special Shout Out to...
Doug and Gloria Wade!
Our fundraiser-bean-counter-gal just told me that this dear couple, former neighbors and co-worker (Gloria), also gave money prior to Sunday! Kudos to them for helping me make it to $1,000! Kindness from so many places! I am indeed humbled!
Hip hip hooray! Thank you, thank you!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Nine Miles - whew!
So, I ran with my Fabulicious group again; a nice pace and speed to which to return. We clocked in at 2 hours 6 minutes, a solid 14 minute mile. The other group I ran with made it in 1 hour 58 minutes (13.1 min/mile), so not that far off of what we did. I bet I could keep up with them…but I’m relatively pain-free today, so that counts for something.
Next week’s run will include more Body Glide in more areas, for sure - too many sore red spots today. It will also be a ten miler! I’m surprised at how well my flabulicious body is holding up! Thank you, Lord, for the water stops and those that man them! I’ll tell you what, at our last water stop, around 8:00, the sun was brutal! For some strange running reason, I preferred to be moving than standing in that heat!
OH – also, BIG NEWS! I’m over my “Obligatory $1,000” mark! Yippee! Many thanks to:
Alright, until the July 5th run – chill, chill, don’t freeze.
Next week’s run will include more Body Glide in more areas, for sure - too many sore red spots today. It will also be a ten miler! I’m surprised at how well my flabulicious body is holding up! Thank you, Lord, for the water stops and those that man them! I’ll tell you what, at our last water stop, around 8:00, the sun was brutal! For some strange running reason, I preferred to be moving than standing in that heat!
OH – also, BIG NEWS! I’m over my “Obligatory $1,000” mark! Yippee! Many thanks to:
Bob and Liz Lynch
Chesapeake Bay Internal Medicine
Chris and Paul Biondi
Flowers by Steve (Barry and Stephen)
Gift Matcher
Herb Waldenmaier
Joan Vogelsang
Jodi Short
Kathy Anderson
Kendra, Troy, and Luke Riley
Linda Hills
Lisa Weremeichik
Lyn Kilbourn
Meredith Weiler-Skirka
Midge Coppersmith
Mr. and Mrs. Reid
Nancy Tucker
Ronald Martin, and
Trudy Hamilton!
With your gift to Easton ROCKS,
each of you have encouraged me and spurred me on!
And have given kids a wonderful opportunity.
Many Many Thanks!
If you are so inclined and have not yet donated, you have until July 26th! I'll give a big huzzah to future contributors then!
Alright, until the July 5th run – chill, chill, don’t freeze.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Eight Miler
Ahhh, so that’s done! I met up with Amy at 6 a.m. on this humidish Sunday morning, the sun just stretching itself awake, and the moon putting itself to bed. We walked around the track to warm up and we decided on a 3:1 pace, which we kept up for 4 miles. 4 miles in 46 minutes, thank you very much! That’s an 11.5 minute mile! Didn’t I just say I was not a sub-13 gal? Hello!
I was feeling a little winded, so at that half way mark we had our Goo and we switched the pace to 3:2. Amy was so incredibly flexible with running speed and pace – she's lovely! It was a joy to run with her. She told me how Easton Rocks began and some happenings along the way. I am so impressed that two gals (she and another Susan) had a vision for a few after school programs and it has turned into this! She has big dreams and ideas for the future, all of which get me so excited. I offered to help in some way, so I’ll be doing some administrative work for her when the school year gets started. I’m delighted to lend a hand in some way, more than running! :)
So, back to the run. After the 4 mile mark, we slowed it down a bit, but the time still slipped by, because we were chatting. I’m telling you there is no other way to run, you have to have a running buddy! We followed familiar roads and towards the end, Amy’s GPS watch beeped for 8 miles, and I was surprised! SUR-PRISED that we ran 8 miles. 8 miles in 1 hour 40 minutes! 12.57 minutes per mile. Sub-13, by 3 seconds, but still!
So it’s been 9 hours since I returned home. My quads were sore in church and I took a 1.5 hour nap this afternoon, but right now I’m feeling OK! Eight miles done, just have to add five more for the half marathon! C’mon Nine Miler! I can’t wait!
I was feeling a little winded, so at that half way mark we had our Goo and we switched the pace to 3:2. Amy was so incredibly flexible with running speed and pace – she's lovely! It was a joy to run with her. She told me how Easton Rocks began and some happenings along the way. I am so impressed that two gals (she and another Susan) had a vision for a few after school programs and it has turned into this! She has big dreams and ideas for the future, all of which get me so excited. I offered to help in some way, so I’ll be doing some administrative work for her when the school year gets started. I’m delighted to lend a hand in some way, more than running! :)
So, back to the run. After the 4 mile mark, we slowed it down a bit, but the time still slipped by, because we were chatting. I’m telling you there is no other way to run, you have to have a running buddy! We followed familiar roads and towards the end, Amy’s GPS watch beeped for 8 miles, and I was surprised! SUR-PRISED that we ran 8 miles. 8 miles in 1 hour 40 minutes! 12.57 minutes per mile. Sub-13, by 3 seconds, but still!
So it’s been 9 hours since I returned home. My quads were sore in church and I took a 1.5 hour nap this afternoon, but right now I’m feeling OK! Eight miles done, just have to add five more for the half marathon! C’mon Nine Miler! I can’t wait!
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