Although with the heat this week, there wasn’t always the energy to run the 10K either.
Those mornings when I set the alarm for a time I didn’t know existed to go out for a run helped me through some of the toughest tests of my life.
Words of wisdom though from a book I read over the weekend. I’m fine, but running is such a good think space.
And thank you to so many of you who checked in on Dad’s anniversary. Running friends are the best. xx
- rewinding to Sunday, the 10K on Governors Island, if you missed it followed by sushi and a wonderful fireworks nightcap.
- never miss a Monday: wasn’t going to run since the race was Sunday but did I want to: get back on track, not miss a Monday, get a run in before Mother Nature turned on the furnace again? Yes. I also needed to return a purchase to GAP Factory store and chose the one that was ~ 3 miles away figuring I’d run there and take the bus back. It wasn’t as hot as I feared, so I ended up run/walking home with some stops to refill the water and take pictures.
- Tuesday: Bob had his replacement knee replacement so off other than keeping mom company while he was in surgery (all good, home now and feeling good).
- Wednesday: runrise, mooonset. I got out early enough to knock out ~ five miles. Writing this Sunday night, I have no recollection. I didn’t melt, clearly and looking at instagram, it was a pretty, muted runrise. After work I was able to visit Bob before meeting some friends for birthday drinks at Little Island.
- Thursday: I was going to run, and then I wasn’t, and then I did. The subways were badly flooded and I decided it was the easiest way home from a work event in Times Square, so a 5K puddle hop. Luckily my neighborhood was spared and no one I know had major damage. Frightening to see the coverage though.
- Friday: escaped to Mom & Bob’s for the weekend. We walked into town after getting Bob settled but otherwise off.
- Saturday July 10 marked fifteen years that Dad is gone. I’m not sure how the hell it’s been that long, but in some ways the day was easier than I feared. I was floored to see the deer (and sad Mr. Motorized scared him off) and two bunnies on my run, rarities even at mom’s. I didn’t plan to do a 15K in his honor, but I was absolutely determined to find the route from the trail down to the pier. The weather was relatively mild and it was overcast, so it was now or never. The trail connection was a little further, the pier a little longer and as I was on the last mile back to mom’s and thinking about dad, I realized that I was going to cross nine miles, and 15K it was. I actually ended up coming in about 9.5 which left me a little sore. Luckily nothing besides finding some historical markers – dad’s true religion – a nap, and ice cream for dinner. It was so good to be home this weekend. Is this the start of half marathon training? Who knows. Maybe?
- Sunday: couple walks between rain drops. Nice active rest day after some slug ones. Felt good to be moving and with such nice weather, I couldn’t not.