|Date:||9/14/2008 6:00 AM|
|Course:||6 Half Training|
|Pace:||11:02 / mile|
|Shoe:||Mizuno Wave Renegade 4|
VO2 Max: 27.5
Six in the books, a total of 14.22 this week. I woke up at 5am, and drove to the 3 mile point to drop off water and Jelly Bellys. I started to freak out, because this was SERIOUS running for me.
Mile 1: Just get over the first overpass. We put it off as long as possible, walking a block further to go to the bathroom at Starbucks. Didn’t have to go, just nervous. I have no idea why.
Mile 2: Spring Creek Country Club. I like this run, small hill at the end. Just as we hit mile 2, two darling men turned the corner on their run. They waved. Suddenly, I felt better. 🙂
Mile 3: Long straight run by almond orchards. One dog, a yipper. I ran over a dead snake, it was only a baby, but it was a snake. Period. We finally hit the water spot. Took a quick swig. No Jelly Bellys. I’m over that.
Mile 4: My PF in my heel started to hurt. My glutes started to hurt. My shoe felt tight. It was on River Road. A great run, two lane farm road. Kim said, “Look at the owl!” He flew over us and landed on the pole. I started hooting. He was just looking for some breakfast.
(Thoughts while I was running. Kim said her son had a Social Studies test Thursday. My son told me nothing of it. He brought home a D in Science. I started to worry that my formerly straight A boy was struggling. I tried to get it out of my brain, but it was there, so it ran with me.)
Mile 5: On North Ripon road, headed for Milgeo, I could barely put one foot in front of the other. I thought I wasn’t going to make it.
Mile 6: We turned and headed for the Catwalk. I’ve never been so happy to see that thing. Over it we went, practically walking, and headed for Main Street. To make the six, we had to turn and go one more block.
We finished. I almost hurled. We looked at our watches: 66 minutes. Couldn’t be happier. Happy that it’s over. Happy I’m going to sit in the spa, hit a meeting and market, and make the boys’ favorite dinner for when they get here tonight. Dodgers at noon. Woot!
There’s something about runners. I know those guys were going after their own runs, but oddly, running is a community sport too. I know what they’re working with. I met another runner in the hardware store yesterday. This guy calls to her, “Hey, my wife is going to do her ten with you tomorrow.” I chatted with her a bit.
Yeah, running. It’s for everyone.