for as much as I thought January-May were fairly slow, I blinked and missed June.
My running cutback lasted exactly May as I realized on Thursday morning that I was within spitting distance of a hundred mile month. I didn’t get there because it was just too oppressively hot and humid, but 96.87 miles brings me to 542.4 on the year. Six miles behind last year but AOK for the year’s goal even if I think I’m going to ramp the mileage back down because summer running just doesn’t work for me the way it does for others. I was actually very pleased with this given it had been hard to re-integrate running into a more old normal than not month. The long weekends helped though
34 books on the year, ten behind schedule. But I’ve finished three since then so I think I’ll be fine.
- never miss a Monday: oh, this was a Monday I was absolutely prepared to miss. I was exhausted after a fun weekend and took the day off work. I woke to rain so curled up with Gwendy’s Final Task, which I finished before getting a pedicure. The weather unexpectedly cleared and I took a Citibike for a spin around Central Park’s sunset vantage points. Perfect end to a day off.
- Tuesday: speed work! .5 mile warm up and 8x400s. Counting was made easier via an out and back so I knew a return to start was an even rep. My nephew was between school and camp so he and my brother came down for his first Yankees game. Let me tell you a story about Dad who is somehow gone sixteen years next week. The man loved DOTS. He gave up a lot of sweets and lost significant weight after his 1996 heart attack. Oh and he had full dentures. But he was never giving up DOTS. I don’t actually care for them, but they’re a twice a year purchase along with Tab soda, when I can find it. I went into the dollar store outside the stadium to get water and then I saw these. My nephew loved them. As well as the bucket of popcorn. We were prepared to leave if he got bored or tired, but they won and he had a blast. We let him pick the seats. This section? Dad’s old seats from the old stadium. <3 Hug your people.
- Wednesday: Camp Grandma continued. I was able to take my lunch and meet them at Natural History for Luke’s first visit to “Aunt Cari’s dinosaurs”. If you’re ever feeling at all tired or out of sorts, just go see dinos through the eyes of a seven year old. Despite a lunch, I got out to pop over to the Park for sunset. I may hate the heat, but these long days are magic.
- Thursday: I was totaling up my mileage for the month and realized I could get 100 miles if I ran 9.8. I have been known to do 8ish on mild Thursdays so it wasn’t impossible, but Thursday was not mild and it was not happening. With office run group off the calendar due to schedule, I was able to stay on the bridle path which make my legs happier after a lot of pavement. After sunset, I called it good at 6.7 miles.
- Friday: lazy lazy afternoon after work. I regret nothing.
- Saturday: part of why I was interested in running ten on Thursday was June mileage, but also so that I wouldn’t have to on Saturday when the weather was supposed to be worse. When I went to bed Friday it was supposed to be raining but not storming at 6. Perfect. Alas none of the rain ever came and it was a humid slog, albeit a pretty one. I opted for Randall’s Island for two reasons: open water fountains and much less of an out and back. The latter was reinforced when I couldn’t make myself do another half mile to get ten because I was close to coffee and my apartment. 9.5 is absolutely 10 for the body. RI doesn’t work for Summer running as there’s virtually no shade, but the breeze was great on an overcast day. I’d have melted in the Park with the trees blocking it. After I cooled off and recharged, I went for sushi and figured I’d read until it rained. At one point I dozed on the park bench expecting to wake to fat drops. Nope, no rain.
- Sunday: brunch with a friend, some museuming with Mom & Bob on tap.
Looking forward to tomorrow’s Firecracker 10K on Governors Island after I really enjoyed it last year. And then no more humid, gross summer runs.