I’ve felt so swamped this week I keep *forgetting* that the half marathon is on Sunday. Last year at this time I was gearing up to run my first full marathon and it was of course all I could think about. I began checking the weather forecast day 10 days out. I laid out my clothes and mixed and matched outfit possibilities in my mind figuring out what would work best. I checked the race website for updates multiple times a day. Re-read emails from the race director again and again, making sure I knew every last detail and didn’t miss a thing.
I woke this morning just as the sky was beginning to fade from the darkness of night to the shade of gray that precedes dawn. As the haze of unconscious lifted, I realized Zak was still lying in bed next to me. I nudged him gently with my elbow to ask him if he was planning to swim this morning at the lake or not. The color of the sky had led me to believe he’d overslept and wasn’t going to make it in time to join the other lake swimmers.
I enjoyed a pre-run peach waiting for my bud Shawn to show up to run long this morning. I had my mind on 10 miles but was up for going with the flow and running less if necessary.
We set out to do a 6 mile loop and as soon as we started I was feeling pretty tired. We took it easy and maintained 9 minute or so pace and I started settling in and feeling better after we had a couple miles behind us.
Today is a planned rest day. I was tempted to take yesterday off but Zak wanted to swim early on Monday and go straight to work – meaning I wouldn’t be to run unless I got up well before 5. hahahahahyeahright. I pushed my rest day off until today and it worked out well for both of us.
I slept in this morning until about 6:45. After some time on the computer I cut into a not-quite-ripe peach. A little too much crunch, but still sweet.
Yesterday’s party started with a treasure hunt, or more accurately, we went letterboxing!
We traveled around their neighborhood following clues to find our “treasure”, which contains a stamp and a stamp pad. You use the stamp in the box to stamp your letterboxing journal, and then you stamp your own personal stamp on the pad found in the box to show that you’ve been there, for others who find the box to see.
We were instructed to start at Clue 2. Our first stop was a community garden.
Stop #2, a tree stump in another community garden!
On any given day, at any given moment, the answer to my own question “Are you going to run the marathon again this year or what?!” could go like this:
1. Or what.
2. Yes, of course I am.
3. Maybe.
4. I’ll do the half.
I’ve got a million different reasons for wanting to run it. I’ve got the same number of reasons why I think I shouldn’t.
I cycle around though all four answers at varying speeds, coming back to #1 when I think of the time commitment involved in training. Time is a hot commodity these days.
Zak is off today to catch up on family time, so I decided today would be a good day to make up for no running for two days and get a sorta long run in too.
I got up to whip up the best pre-run fuel I could think of. A Tequila Green Lemonade Sunrise.
And two slices of cinnamon raisin Ezekiel toast with raw almond butter.
Day Numero Four with no early morning work out. Zak gets home tonight. Hallelujah.
My morning green lemonade in a tall, tall glass.
Egads you can’t even tell how tall that glass is when it sinks into the grass! Someone write “Mow Lawn” on the to do list.
OK, OK, in truth the grass just grows really tall in that one spot and worked well for a reference to an old favorite. Don’t go calling the housing association on me just yet.
Exercise this morning is going to be in the form of a homeschooling adventure. My mom is coming to stay with Maxagirl while Ava and I take off on a little road trip.
I enjoyed my breakfast with staying power!
I ate while I packed our lunch
and started compiling the stuff we need to take with us today.
Nothing like eating breakfast when you’re tearing around the house like a mad woman. OK in truth I just walked around normally, but sometimes I like to call myself a mad woman. “Walking around the house like a mad woman” just doesn’t paint the same kind of picture.
A totally soggy morning.
How convenient I’d planned for today to be a rest day.
Even the cats are taking it easy. Minus a little neck biting.
Maxine was up early. Only to fall back to sleep.
A leisurely breakfast cookie for me.
And coffee.
Time to lace up my shoes and get to work around this house. I can’t help but be reminded of my new favorite quote as I dig down to find the motivation to get moving:
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