The comments left on my last post had me smiling for days. In fact, I wish that I was artsy-fartsy because all those happy things would make some fantastic wall art. For now, I will just enjoy them in the digital archive and reference all the happiness when I need a shot of life mojo.
of life mojo, I have been riding high for the past couple of months.
Is it possible to find your own happiness obnoxious at times?
Perhaps that's why my running has been just kind of eh--everything else
is super duper great. I have good running days and not-so-good ones,
but it has been awhile since I've had a week or two of consistently
When I run on the Greenway, I like to fly.
There is nothing better to me than careening around the corners and
stretching my legs to their limits. Which is perhaps why a few
unplanned treadmill runs this past week really helped me today.
I had a dentist appointment and wore my running clothes so I could go
to the Greenway afterwards. We had a ton of run over the weekend and
when I got to the Greenway, the trails were closed from flooding.
I drove back towards my house and was going to park at the rec center
nearby to just run on the sidewalks, but I had to pee sooooooo bad. I
probably could have just gone into the rec center without paying the
daily fee, but I felt like a big weirdo doing that (and perhaps a little
So I drove home and decided to just watch a movie on the dreadmill. I
needed a slower paced run anyway and this would force me to stay that
Yesterday morning, I knocked out 3 miles before
heading to work. Started watching another movie and my run went by
super fast. Woot!
Last night, Adam and I were talking with
someone about his MS and how he has dealt with the physical issues over
the past few years since his diagnosis. I've blooped about it before,
but when he was first diagnosed in 2010, we took an Alaskan cruise
shortly after he started taking a medication for some of his symptoms.
The medication seemed to exacerbate his dizziness. We signed up to do a
5K walk for breast cancer aboard the ship and he was unable to complete
it. The dizziness combined with the numbness of the right side of his
body was just too much. So he had his redemption this spring,
completing a 5K walk while I ran my marathon. Last night, he said that
he was really proud he had finished a 5K a few months ago.
I thought about this a bit on my run today. I was really proud that he was using my sport
as a benchmark of his physical success. I will never know if he
wouldn't have tried something like that if we weren't together, but I
like to believe that this was a positive influence that I had. He may
never become a runner, but I'm lucky to have a really awesome spouse who
supports what I do and uses the word proud when talking about running.
run today was pretty much perfection. I started out with a feeling of
'easy' and was pleasantly surprised when I saw easy was just under 8:00
pace. I spaced out in my thoughts during the meat of the run and wasn't
really paying attention to my Garmin. I glanced at it a few times and
then just plodded along, pleased as punch that the humidity was low, the
temperature was decent, the wind was blowing a bit (creating a nice
breeze), and the skies were sunny. Plus, my legs felt fresh and I
wasn't experiencing any major aches or pains. By the time I got to the
other side of the sandwich, around mile 8, I decided to just grind some
speed out of the final miles. It was a comfortable pace to keep up and I
knew that I would still have enough gas in the tank to tear up the
final mile. Splits: 7:50, 8:00, 8:04, 7:49, 7:57, 7:52, 7:42, 7:54,
And for my food-porn pic loving peeps,
I have a few items. First, I made a batch of blueberry muffins to send
in a package to Vblevins along with my check for the Rehoboth house.
I decided to add some of Grandma's cowboy cookies (oatmeal chocolate
chip) into the package too. Grandma is 90 and has been making and
eating them for almost a century--I think they are the secret to the
fountain of youth.
night, I decided that we should have our first dinner al fresco. A
little caprese salad for me, greens for Adam, and a bottle of red wine
from a vineyard in the North Georgia foothills. Later, we enjoyed some
grilled pork chops and candlelight conversation:
after my 10 miler, we went out and bought a new grill. Our old one was
a Char-Broil that we got back in 2006. We kept it covered, but this
past winter, 2 separate wind storms knocked it over. It still
functioned, but was rapidly becoming a rusty mess. We had said for
years that our next grill was going to be fancy pants. We got a Weber
Genesis and our awesome local Ace Hardware store brought it out a few
hours after we bought it:
Tonight, we'll be testing that bad boy out and perhaps enjoying another one of these: