July 10 marked fourteen years that Dad is gone.
Sometimes it feels like fourteen minutes because much of that day is so vivid. I was dreading this year because I learned a few years ago that I need structure to make the day better. Work is better than taking off, tourism conferences and soccer parades are the best. Alas neither of those were in the cards this year and I was really concerned that a work from home day might not be busy enough.
I knew that I wanted to run for sure as I swear running is like human zoomies. I’m way more productive if I burn off some energy in the morning, and I wanted to honor Dad in the miles. He wasn’t a runner, but he was at every one of Jordan’s and my soccer, softball, baseball games and track meets. I wasn’t sure what mileage I wanted to do. I knew 8.1 (he’d have turned 81 in February) was off the table distance wise and splitting up into a morning and afternoon 4 wasn’t possible due to Tropical Storm Fay. Knew 7.1 could be doable with walking, but didn’t really want to mark him with his anniversary date. 2.3 (he was born on February 3) seemed too little, but them I hit on his birthdate. I’d run 2.3 and 3.9.
It was a run/walk with many stops by butterfly gardens and a stop to check out the turtles, but it was exactly what I needed. Grateful to friends who were willing to come out and run so early and everyone who checked in on me during the day or left a note. Can say without a doubt you’d have loved him.
And somewhere in the 3.9 segment I did some math and realized this would total 10K. My longest pain free run since December. Thanks, Dad.
- never miss a Monday: I called this Mondaze on Strava, and it was true. Overcast, humid which was the story of the week, but the run did feature an artichoke thistle, which I’ve never before noticed in the park. Day ended very well though as I took advantage of Phase 3 and got a pedicure. My salon has plexiglass between each chair and I felt totally safe. Manicure tables are set up with a three sided plexiglass block around the tech, but I’m not a huge manicure person so didn’t get one. Glad to have hot & spicy toes, as I wanted a fun color.
- Tuesday: I think I went for a walk. I don’t remember.
- wring me out Wednesday: I called it good at 5K. It was gross even early and I was zapped.
- Thursday: a beautiful morning for a walk. Even with some of the social distancing restrictions relaxed, it’s still very easy to have a quiet morning in the Park. Nice to have a view from the other side of Turtle Pond too.
- Friday: besides honoring Dad, this run turned into a nice training run for Kim’s Bix virtual race. Am I training for a virtual? No. Not at all. But the plan once I got to five miles pain free was to walk to and from a five mile loop, which seemed doable. But after accidentally run/walking 10K I knew it meant I could very likely run/walk seven miles. I’m not going to push it at all as my only goal is staying pain free, but this was a pleasant surprise.
- Saturday: I needed a mental and physical day off and mother nature provided an excellent incentive with on and off thunderstorms. I didn’t leave the apartment until 6, and was rewarded with this rainbow when I did. Needless to say, I got wet on the way home.
- Sunday: I dawdled, and as a result it was a plod when I finally got out to run. I usually hate that word, but it fit what I did. I had Science in Sport in my water bottle but I only had the 20 oz with me. I need to start running with a hydration belt again for extra water when I don’t run Central Park. I hope they do turn these on soon though. I came home to shower and charge gadgets, and the river breeze is calling me. Have to finish a book before the new Daniel Silva comes out this week. Bookworm problems!