My first training run was three miles that I ran outside. I went out a little later than I wanted to and it took me three minutes longer than I had hoped but I felt good the whole time. I did come home knowing that 10 am runs were not longer an option as it is way too hot for that.
Tuesday was run number two. I dropped George off at Basketball camp but had no one to stay with Gracie while I ran. I did not have the motivation to push a 5 year old in the stroller or the patience to listen to her complain about the heat. I am not so sure she would of complained, but I wasn't taking a chance.
I headed to the gym. I love my gym but I have not been there since April because I prefer to run outside. They have a great playroom for the kids and Gracie was excited to be going.
Training called for three miles. Normally, running on the treadmill is boring. You all know what I mean. However, this was a fantastic run. It was so nice to be in the A/C and I was running at what I consider, my normal pace. I felt great. My spirits were lifted with such a good run. I left there knowing that I will hit the gym for a run at least once a week during the summer. The speed work will be good for me.
Thursday, I met Beth, Elaine, Mary and Linda again for our last long run before the Blessing, 9 miles. We met at 6:30 and Elaine was going to be about 10 minutes late. She told us to go without her and she would catch up. I am so inspired by my speedy friends.
We took off and fell into conversation about our week. It was warm and the streets and beach seemed more crowded then the week before. I do live in a vacation spot, so...
Right before we hit two miles, I looked back and saw Elaine. It didn't take her long to catch up and then the 5 of us went on our way.
Because it was hot and we were running long, I had arranged for Mr. RWM and kids to meet us with water and gatorade. We passed them at 4 miles but thought it would be easier to go the 4 1/2 and then turn around. To my kids disappointment, that is what we did. We made it to where they were parked at exactly five miles. It was such a treat to see them and just wonderful to have the gatorade and fill up our water bottles. Wish I could have that kind of service for every long run.
|Our water crew.|
|Mile 5, hydrating and still smiling.|
After that quick water stop, we started to break up a little. Elaine and Beth in the lead and Mary, Linda and I just a bit behind them. That only lasted a mile and then I was behind Mary and Linda.
My hamstrings and calves were really tight and I stopped and stretched but it wasn't enough. I still ran but at a much slower pace then the rest of the gang. I kept Mary and Linda in my sight but there was no way I was catching them.
I was fine until I realized I did not have my phone and the road started to curve and I psyched myself out that I would be lost, hurt or worse and no one would find me. This was just my head playing silly tricks on me but boy did I pick up my speed until I was able to see Mary and Linda again. LOL
Once we were back at the beach, I didn't worry so much about being alone. Tons of people were out and I knew I would be fine.
When I approached our meeting spot, the girls had beach towels out and were stretching and chatting. I loved seeing this and was in desperate need to stretch my hamstrings and calves. I was a little afraid that I would need help getting up once I was on the ground, but I was pleasantly surprised that I got up just fine.
From there we headed to the Coast Guard House for our after run beer, chips and salsa! Sitting there, talking to my friends I couldn't help but be thankful for every blessing I have in my life. My family, my friends, running, and our health. I am so looking forward to seeing these ladies on Friday for the race we have trained so hard for. If nothing else, it should prove to be a super fun time!
The last training run of the week was a 3 miler. This I did Sunday evening. George has been asking to run with me for a couple days now and I thought this was a good time. I assumed he would stop somewhere between 1 and 2 miles. He did not. He walked a little more than I would of liked but he stayed with me the whole three miles. The next race he is registered for is September and I have no doubt he will do well.
George can be stubborn and moody and hard to talk to. Every time I run with him though, he has real conversations with me. Sometimes the conversation is silly and sometimes it's serious but they are real and I will treasure every one.
In other news, we finally got our fourth and last door installed. Our home renovations have been a slow and unsteady process but we are getting there.
And lastly, since I was preregistered for The Blessing, I was able to pick up my shirt and number a week early.
Do you worry about your numbers? I don't really. I tend to just go with the flow but some numbers are cooler than others. This one, 1072, is a good one. 72, the year I was born, 10, my favorite month, my sons birth month, and how many miles we will be running. What does it all mean? Nothing, but I would love to hear your thoughts.
17 weeks to Philly!
Run Strong, Think Big! ~ Nicole