Sorry for the long layoff.
My runs lately have been really up and down. One week ago, I had a run that was just incredible. 8+ miles, great pace and never really felt tired at all. One of those runs where you feel like you could take on the world. Then, that Saturday I set out for my long run, scheduled to be 12 miles, and didn’t make it. I suddenly got very dizzy at about mile 7 and couldn’t go on. Since then nothing spectacular, nothing bad.
I’m scheduled to run the Heart Mini Marathon on Sunday, so I’m excited about that, but still not sure whether I’ll be able to. We’ve been dealing with a critical illness to a loved one in my family, and because of that, schedules have been haywire. I find it very unsettling to feel guilty about wanting to run. The truth is, I want to get my runs in as scheduled and I want to run the Mini, but the reality is that I might not be able to. This may be one of those life moments where I get to (re)learn the lesson that I am not in control of everything.
As I was running tonight, I started thinking about how thankful I am just to be able to get out there and run. I remember thinking the same thing one night soon after the earthquake in Haiti. You only need to read a few posts by currently injured runners on Daily Mile to see just how much you do miss it when you have to be away from it. Having loved ones going through health issues that would prevent them from being able to exercise at all also brings it home for me.
So for today, I am simply thankful. I’m thankful that I have my health, I’m thankful that I’ve got a family that supports me, and I’m thankful that I found running.
After successfully getting out of vacation mode, my running feels like it’s back in a groove. I’ve done about 25 miles over the last few days and I feel strong again.
I’m also excited to get my new shoes. I decided on Brooks Glycerin 8s. After getting recommendations from friends on DailyMile and running friends at work, I tried a few different shoes, but really liked the Brooks. They should be here on Monday, and my feet are already doing a happy dance.
Wow. What a great trip. We had beautiful, sunshiny weather the entire time we were there, and we took advantage of it. We spent all day, everyday at the pool(s), the beach, the waterslides, the rapids rides, and yes, I even managed to run. Nothing earth shattering to report on the running end of things, just three 5 mile runs. But the views were incredible and my pace really showed it: more than one minute/mile worse when compared to the typical pace I had been running. There was a pretty steep bridge in between the island we were on and the main island, so I did get some good hill work done. I was kicking myself a bit because I didn’t get in a long run, but vacation is vacation!
A few gratuitous pictures.
My younger son, Matthew, on the beach making sand castles.
My older son, Sam, doing his best Heisman pose at the beach.
Me, after learning just what the Bahamian lifeguard meant when he said, “Dad, you’re about to get a water wedgie,” just before riding the “Leap of Faith” waterslide.