Last weekend, I had no regrets with putting the plan aside and taking more time to be with D while he was in Denver. I skipped the 16-miler, and couldn’t have cared less that those miles were ignored.
This time around, I had a hometown tour to do.
With the quickly approaching move, I wanted to take advantage of my parent’s proximity. After next weekend, they won’t be “close” (i.e. a 7 hour drive away), and I won’t see them as often as I have over the past year. Truth be told, that’s probably what I’ll miss the most about living in Colorado (along with the mountains, duh).
Yup, this is the routine – wine on the deck, a beautiful view, and a relaxing weekend.
I played Chef for the family – parents, brother & sister-in-law. We dined on the Fritatta featured last week; it got the thumbs up approval. My Mom created a strawberry, feta & candied pecan salad. All delicious!
I casually mentioned I had a long run to do in the morning; I planned on being up early, and done early. I had all my supplies packed – camelbak, Nuun tablets (first timer!), Shot Bloks, hat (oops), and the trusty iPod shuffle.
I did not have a route. Short of hopping on a highway or busy road, it’s virtually impossible to map something out without repeating yourself in this small town.
My morning looked something like this:
6:00 a.m. alarm; 6:10 a.m. convincing myself to get up and DO IT; 6:20 a.m. eating breakfast and contemplating 16 miles worth of options.
7:00 a.m. Departure. Here we go!
I turned on the tunes, and tuned out. I ran along roads that rarely see a pedestrian, much less a runner. I ran way too many hills, forgetting the layout of this up n’ down town. I ran the full 16 miles, only having to repeat a street once or twice. I ran through every old, familiar loop.
I ran wishing I had the company of D, or my sister, or any other person awake on Saturday morning (to F-town’s credit, I did see a few cyclists, and some run/walkers towards the later end of the morning).
I ran until the Garmin beeped “16”, right at the bottom of our house’s hill.
16 miles; 2:21:21 – avg 8:50
I happily walked up.
I happily found my favorite company waiting for me in the shade.
Relieved, and elated, to get those miles in & feel strong throughout each one of them! Relaxed & ready to spend the rest of that at-home weekend without a training thought, or run to check off.
What made you feel strong over the weekend?