First off - my sister had another wonderful baby - and a new member of my Packers offensive line, her fifth son, Thomas Seeker Verhaalen. If he proves as tough in the future as he did coming into this world, he's all-star (and he is, anyway!).
So, to run it down: I'm directing the women's run next year (with heavy help -thanks Sally#1); I'll probably run another marathon; my nephew, Thomas Seeker Verhaalen, was born the Saturday of the women's run and is now doing well; HIPPA prevents me from disclosing the other stuff
It's been a tough week or sotwothree. And, so, I engage my yoga breath and focus on the present, mostly. Last Saturday, I ran a delightful running tour of the Jefferson and Monticello neighborhoods. Afterward, we watched a car careen into a tree and take off.
But, here's the running/walking tour group after the very interesting tour
and here's the front end the guy left
On Sunday, I needed to 'add on' 5 miles prior to the Fleet Feet group run of 9 miles. So, when I arrived at 5 a.m., I was surprised by my buddy, Jim (not in a creepy way), and we pre-ran 5 miles before the 6 a.m. start time - tough for me (I was running 10k pace) and tough for Jim (he was running turtle pace). Then, we sucked down water, took a deep breath, and ran the next 9 miles (he faster than me).
I experienced awful leg cramps for the last mile - in equal parts, perhaps, due to HOT HUMID temps, long run, improper prepartion on my part, and the new medical crap. In any event, I made it, but had to wait and wait for the cramps to calm before I could drive home. (And, after, that, when Simba was settling down for her much-loved atop-Sally's-hip-post-run nap on the couch, my legs kept cramping, disturbing her sleep, and she gave up on my nap -- then I did the same).
So, today I tried to hydrate heavily, wear sexy compression socks all day, and make it to the Muertitos time trial - to run it easy. It was over 100 degrees, but I managed NOT to cramp, but take some crazy run pics.
Next week is worse - schedule-wise (overtime), weather-wise (all triple-temps), and distance-wise (40 miles or so). But, no more new nephews forecasted, Tommy is doing well, and I'll get to meet him in October. So, it will all be good.