SWIM 1100y or so, Friday
RUN 4.5 miles or so, Saturday
RUN 4.5 miles or so, Sunday
REST! Monday
I'm liking my 'new-found' way to keep extra lines from creeping into my posts. I'm tempted to go back in time and edit some previous posts, to possibly reduce printed pages come the end of the year blog-print. Not that tempted, but still.
Friday I swim in the morning before going to work, and before leaving to drive home in the afternoon. My stress levels are much better at work, having told all coworkers of my future plans. Now to tell them about the rest of the story!
Saturday we helped Mom put up an arch for a wedding event, then the rest of the morning into early afternoon just busy-here busy-there. Buy apple cider, fill propane tanks, to bakery to meet up with Donna, visit gramma, home....all the while my anxiety about running is building. Will I get to run?! LA got in 3 miles in the morning, I fixed breakfast, now when for me? I decide to run at 4:30pm, and LA wants to go, but he's not ready yet. I suggest the canal path to get us out of the wind. It's late, I'm waiting for him, this anxiety is building - this urge to check this box. Did I want to check the box, or run? I had 10 miles in my training plan, and I recognized my limiter of all-or-nothing, and pushed to get *something*, even if not a full 10 miles.
We get to the path at 5:15 with sunset coming at 6:02, so we gotta go. I think this is his first canal path run? He's already tired, but pushes through the first two miles. I point out features of the path as a distraction to keep us going. After two miles, we start a run/walk. At about 2.3 miles, at Split Rock, we turn back. the anxiety to run is now replaced with an anxiety about getting home. It's getting dark and the kids are doing trick or treating. But we're running late, figuratively and literally. We hit the parking lot at 4.85 miles, I round up (of course!), and head home. We missed trick or treating :(
The next day, a cold front had moved through with high winds and temps down to 35-40. Last night was 60F! Ugh, November. We go back to the canal path, again to avoid the winds. This time, LA is more tired and his knee is hurting. But it's almost the same run - two miles run straight through, turn just after Split Rock, and back to Utica. Almost the same run, time and distance and pace. LA did 13.1 miles this weekend!! I hope this doesn't injure him.
There is a point in both of these runs, while talking to him and hearing some of his frustrations, that I remind myself of Alister's phrase to Tom: you have to stop eating sugar before you can tell someone else to stop eating sugar. I'm thinking of this figuratively. I know what I mean.
So both runs were a run walk, I kinda kept track of the intervals, and trimmed out half mile from each of what I thought was the walking for my part. I pushed for a slow jog instead of a walk, and on Sunday pushed for brief walks in between slow running. This push was both to keep our efforts up and to keep us warm in the cold wind.
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And the MOON! On the drive home Friday night it lifted over the horizon as I turned northeast towards Bloomington. All that night, it was a beautiful sight. Silver, pure, and bright enough to light the farm's yard as we walked to the travel trailer.
Saturday night it was obscured by clouds, but Sunday it was back. Again a heavy but weightless disk in the sky. Sunday night it rose up in an orange glow, and overnight it again it remained bright enough to light the yard during walks and overnight bio-breaks.
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Great visit with my family, it always feels so comfortable and so close, then so far away when I leave. LA is stressed while I'm on an upswing after clearing up my clog of thoughts at work.
I have goals for November, it's hard to start them while traveling. But I'm now a full 2 weeks plus with out the M! And I need to get Azu out the door.
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This was a good week! I didn't commute at all I think?! This is the last week before the time change. Next I'll be biking home in the dark -- BOO.
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