This weekend started with one of my most fun ever runs. The Dude and I were out the house at 7.25 and we drove to Edgewood Park, last weekend’s discovery. There, we met up with my friend Juli and her two lovely children. Juli is one of my few local running friends but we’ve only got round to running together once, which is silly. So today we did it again.
Only this time…we brought our children. With muffins. Trail running.
It was brutal. The first mile was basically uphill on dirt or sand trails with switchbacks (hairpins). Juli is SO fast – even pushing 100lbs of stroller and child, she was amazing. However we both had to walk some stretches – my heart was pounding, sweat was dripping off my chin and my running top came off within five minutes. I NEVER run in a sports bra but today, it had to happen. The trail narrowed somewhat precariously in places…but obviously there were no moments when our children were in any danger of plunging down the steep banks. No moments at all. ‘Let’s not tell Daddy’, the Dude said at one point.
It flattened out at the top and our dream of ‘effortlessly’ running along the trails with our children came true for a minute or two. The park opened up, the trails were flat and we were seriously just buzzing with endorphins. It was incredible!
And then, downhill back to the car. The children loved every second of this – they shrieked and hollered and whooped non-stop. I had this enormous grin plastered on my face as we plunged downhill making ‘Dukes of Hazzard’ yee-hahs! It was just brilliant.
Back at the car-park, Juli handed over my new top that she’d ordered for us both. We look like models, don’t we!
We think we have two years tops before our children can read and we have to put these tops away 🙂
Another Mother Runner (where we got our tops from) is hosting two teams for a Ragnar Relay in DC in October. Juli and I are applying as a pair. She will bring her speed, I will bring the Downton Abbey accent. How can they not want us?
But the weekend running wasn’t over there! On Sunday afternoon, my boys headed off to play mini-golf and I took a couple of blissful hours to myself and went for a run. I’d planned to do 10 miles but for various disorganised reasons hadn’t quite settled on a route in my head. So I ran off anyway. The weather was gorgeous – a little too warm but with enough breeze to keep me mainly cool. I pootled along, listening to podcasts (massive new fan of podcasts, runs are so much easier with some brain stimulation going on), and admiring the gorgeous ice-flowers that are out in force along the Bay Trail. I cut my run a little short at the end as we had friends for dinner and I needed to get cooking, and was astonished to get home and realise I’d done 11.3 miles instead of the planned 10. My legs were a little tired and stiff at the end, but I felt pretty good. So 11.37 miles in 1.42.45 at a 9.02 pace!
It was a great weekend running for me which ended a good week. I feel good. And hungry.