Aside from the weekend, it was a fairly uneventful week to recap. Once again I failed to go 3 for 3 on my midweek runs. There’s always week 5. Lets skip to Wednesday.
So I packed my running gear to take with me to work. On a whim, I decided I was going to drive at lunch to a park about 5 miles away. I’m really glad I did. I knew there was over 10 miles of paved bike trails, but I wasn’t expecting the 3-4 miles worth of mountain biking trails. I managed to cover just over 3 miles in an out-and-back.
Had planned to take Jack out for a quick run, while Lauren was out with her friends to see Magic Mike. I ended up staying in, because a close friend who now lives in LA and his wife were in town and dropped in for a visit.
Anthony got the OK from his PT to start running again. We managed to get 4 miles in and he said he felt fine. Later that night after Jack went to bed, Lauren and I made a fire.We sat and talked while having some beers. She had Bud Lite, but I bought some Two Hearted for the occasion. When we finally went in, we had no idea it was already 4am.
Morning came way too fast. I had myself a whole 3 hours of sleep. Had some breakfast and waited for my running clothes that I forgot to put in the dryer before bed to dry. Since I still haven’t got out to buy my own yet, Anthony loaned me a few scoops of HEED. Got out the door at 9 and started my 11 miler. Didn’t push it hard, in fact, I took about 30 seconds at the start of every mile to walk and sip some fluids. Ran some streets I’d never taken before. Took Lakeshore for 4 miles.
At mile 7, I joined the Angry Bird Club. I had been warned in the past of bird attack in one location, but never experienced it until this run. I heard a few caw‘s and then I felt the bird’s feet go for my lovely locks. Last week I said I was in need of a haircut and I still am this week. Rather than wearing the bandana over my head, I opted for the daniel-san look this week, leaving my unkempt hair exposed. Thanks to that incident, every tree I ran under for the next few blocks I had my eyes peeled skyward with my hands over my head.
I was feeling pretty good for the whole run until the last 2 miles. I don’t think it was my body, but my brain.
We’ve been out here for almost two hours. Were almost home. Can we just get home already? 2 miles left, 1.5, 1, .75, .5, .4, .3…
The frequency at which I look at my GPS is inversely proportional to the miles left until I reach my distance goal. I swear, that last tenth of a mile, my wrist is up in front of my face and my eyes never stray.
A few hours later, Lauren Jack and I went for a walk along Mack. On our walk, we grabbed some Caribou, stopped at the library and visited the new Hanson’s store. I ended up getting Between a Rock and a Hard Place from the library. I don’t know if I’ll read it just yet. I can’t imagine reading the cringe moments of him hacking off his own arm. It was only about 5 minutes in the movie; its probably an entire chapter in his book.
Day of rest, as God intended it. Unless you account for all the grocery shopping, laundry and dishes that had to be done. I headed to my LA friends’ mom’s house to see them once more before they leave. I walked into the house and see a 5 foot, framed, “painted” portrait of my friend, Kevin, leaning against the wall. I don’t know if I can share it here just yet. I should explain, Kevin works for the new game show on TNT, The Great Escape. For one of the upcoming episodes they had to make a bunch of these portraits. He got to keep a few of him. We determined it would look great on the wall across from the toilet, at his mom’s. Once I get permission, I’ll post the picture.