Last week was pretty manic at our house. As I mentioned, it was Vacation Bible Camp at our church and both the Dude and I were involved. I am TOTALLY out of practice at getting out the house early with a Dude. So it was a little crazy. But seriously wonderful.
In addition, I spent the afternoon looking after a friend’s little boy when she had to make an emergency trip back to the UK.
All I can say is THANK GOODNESS I DID NOT HAVE TWIN BOYS!
There WAS running however. EVENING running which is nice in some ways but difficult in others. I did an easy six miles on Tuesday and then speed-work on Thursday. The speed work was (unsurprisingly) hard but I managed to do 6 miles in 51 mins at 8.32 pace which I was really pleased with.
As such…I was totally unprepared for the rubbishness of Saturday’s long run. 12 miles were on the cards and I got to run them in Golden Gate Park on a sunny (but not hot) afternoon. Should have been perfect. I left my boys at the Academy of Sciences and set off…and immediately I know it would not be perfect. Heavy legs, a poorly tummy, fairly strong winds and the effects of eating badly all week at VBC all made this a rough run. I did get to run up Strawberry Hill – the island hill in the middle of Stow Lake. I’d wanted to do that for a long time and I really enjoyed the long steady climb on a trail which wound its way up like a corkscrew. I also enjoyed the run down as well. But apart from that, my tired legs and I were the very embodiment of ‘sluggishness’, except for a dreadful few minutes when the aforementioned poorly tummy required immediate (IMMEDIATE) attention. I’m afraid that I bailed totally at mile 10 and I actually don’t regret it at all.
On Sunday we went hiking with friends in the Marin Headlands, just over the Golden Gate Bridge. About 5 miles in grey, foggy weather – it reminded me a lot of Scotland. As we started down Rodeo Valley trail to the car, two trail runner dudes came past us. My little boy (high on a lollipop sugar rush) dashed after him – the Husband and I were obliged to follow. My Dude ran with these guys for just under two miles. I was so proud!!! And I got 2 final miles in this week chasing them!
Tomorrow, on the Tour de France (which a Brit is leading still, yay) it’s a rest day. I’ll be imitating them and resting – my legs are done!