Our weekend was uneventful in an eventful kind of way: listening, lounging, biking and going to the circus.
Jackson runs up and down our street next to Skyler on her bike. Jackson looks out for her/ Jackson gets a ton of exercise:
Next up was my long run that I put off until Sunday because whatever I had last week was still lingering. I'm pretty sure that what I had was Mexico related, because unlike a "normal" stomach flu, it lingered for days accompanied by a splitting headache.
I had 20 miles on the schedule. I went around and around about it in my mind because I knew I wasn't in top form and didn't want to set myself back. As it was, I was way behind schedule: I had run a grant total of 4 miles in the last 2 weeks. I considered just doing 10 or 12 this weekend and saving 20 for next weekend. I also considered coming up with an injury. I thought maybe I'd fall down the stairs or something and then I wouldn't have to do it at all. No luck.
By Saturday afternoon, I had resigned myself that I was at least going to try to run the full 20. I convinced myself of this by reminding myself that I would have to do it next weekend and go through all the mental gymnastics about the 20 miler for another full week if I didn't just get it over with. Let's get it done!
I did the first 10 miles by myself (with no ipod... where is my ipod?), then headed the other direction where I picked up my friend Casey at mile 11, and she ran the next 8 miles with me. There were several times during the first 10 that I almost convinced myself to stop, but I just kept doing a few more, then a few more. I went SLOWLY and walked several times. I stopped at my house for Advil* and a banana at the half way point, and at mile 16 I stopped for a bagel and sat on the curb and ate it. No hurry, people. Just getting in the miles.
* You should never take Advil during long runs.
Don't you think that in marathons, the clock should stop a few times throughout the race, and everyone can have a snack and stretch, and then the clock could restart? I totally do too.
Today I am very sore. My knees and hips are not too happy. But I got it done, and now it's time to taper. 3 weeks until the marathon.
Sunday afternoon: Nothing says "welcome back from your 20-mile run-- time to relax!" like Skyler greeting you at the door shouting: "JACKSON GOT IN A FIGHT WITH A PORCUPINE!" On the morning hike with Sam and the kids, Jackson got a mouth full of porcupine quills, and I mean mouthFULL. That's okay, boy. I totally wanted to take you to the emergency vet and spend $309.00 getting quills removed from the roof of your mouth. (Ouch!)
By Sunday afternoon, we had a very sleepy and slightly drunk Jackson. Poor guy. Don't you even think of ever doing that again.
Oh hey, have you voted today? Thank you! Gotta run. It's Monday morning!!!