I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
31 Days o’ BloggingLiza
That’s right. I’m blogging every day for the next 31 days. That’ll bring us right up to the marathon –my first marathon since the Richmond marathon almost 20 years ago. I am not entirely sure that was my last marathon. I think it was. It was either that or the Shamrock Marathon in Virginia Beach. And I don’t remember the exact year. And Ruby is not going to allow for any personal history research this morning, so we’ll go with a marathon in Virginia about 20 years ago. My PR is 3:12. I’m sure of that. My friends S. and J. and I are going to try to run sub 3. 2:59:59. It’s a downhill run for 22 miles, so what with the New Balance sneaker skates, I might make it. I’m going to log my training here — which will fit into training for Western States in June. This’ll give me something to post about for the next 30 days — besides the state of disorder in my house and how cute Ruby’s chunky thighs are.
In rotten San Antonio news, some rotten person made a mass school shooting threat over the weekend. He or she threatened violence at an elementary school in our district sometime around Thursday. So Eliot and I decided to keep Asa home and do a bit of homeschooling for the week until there’s some resolution. The other grades have state testing this week, which means no recess or PE or music or any special classes for Asa . And he’ll have a substitute. I figure we can do a bunch of workbook pages and reading and come out ahead academically — and still have time for running around the park.
I met my friend S. for a 5 o’clock speedy run in his neighborhood this morning. His neighborhood is 9 minutes from mine at that time of the day. I know this because I woke up at 4:55, pulled out of my driveway at 4:58 (yes, that is impressive) and pulled into his driveway at 5:07 (yes, there was some questionably safe dressing while driving).
I haven’t been taking great care of myself for the past couple weeks because Ruby is teething, which makes for challenging days and nights. A screaming baby can really take the wind out of your sails.
- Day after day, day after day,
- We stuck, no breath no motion;
- As idle as a painted ship
- Upon a painted ocean.
- (from “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”)
I tend to dive into a bag of tortilla chips in those kind of sleep-deprived doldrums. Tortilla chips and cold beer. Anywho, there are only 31 days now, so that should help keep me on the straight and narrow.
Right, the baby screams, so I’ve got to go. Talk to you tomorrow.
Today’s Run: 14 miles at 7:04-7:20 pace (Did 5 this morning. 9 to go.)
Core workout pending.