Monday night’s run was FAST… not because I developed lightening legs, but with all the running around I did on Monday afternoon, I ran out of time. Straight after work I had an appointment in Fremantle; at 5pm this took me 45 minutes to get there and nearly as long to get home. MGirl had taken CBoy to frisbee for me, before she jetted off to netball training. I was originally going to go home and run and then pick him up at 8pm but I got home from the appointment later than I’d expected. I quickly changed, much to the disgust of FD#1 and FD#2 barking from the dog run because I wasn’t letting them out! I was back in the car and off to frisbee so that I could run around the frisbee ovals so that I could keep an eye on the group and make sure I finished when they did. It wasn’t too bad, except I didn’t get to run as far as I’d wanted too…one more lap and I would’ve been fine, but I ended up with 6.5km over grass and some sand. The fun part was that I got to wear my headlamp; that I’ve bought for the race, for the first time. I’ve never really run in the dark, well only the early morning while waiting for the sun to rise. It is supposed to light 70m but it didn’t seem that good. Perhaps when you are running in pitch dark with no light pollution it will shine that far. That got me to thinking about being on the course at night, alone with the bears, no city lights…just me and my bobbing light! It made me feel a little nervous; I’ve got more night running to do in secluded locations to build up my confidence! Don’t think I can replicate the bear situation though…maybe a 6ft kangaroo?
Tuesday morning I finally got back into the gym at home again…after dusting it off. Its weeks since I’ve managed to fit it in and I really enjoyed it, except for the horrible little dog over the back fence. I swear it barks more than any dog I’ve known and it sat outside for an hour barking at the back door to go in. I’d gotten so deaf to it that after a while I realised it was all quiet and they must’ve let it in. It’s the sort of dog you’d love to report to the council for excessive barking; I don’t know how they put up with it. Every morning it goes off until they open the door!!!
A catch-up chat with my sister, KGal, over getting dinner ready left me feeling renewed about some fundraising ideas. I told her I had spoken to the Manager at Rebel Sport (a referral from a sporting friend of my cousin JGal) and that I had an appointment to see her on Saturday afternoon. She seems interested in providing me with some product and prizes for an upcoming quiz night and that buoyed my spirits. We chatted about some other ideas and somehow it didn’t seem all that daunting. She told me to go easy on myself and be content with the fact that I may not raise thousands of $$$, but that what I was doing was still so worthwhile. Thanks KGal!!
This morning was another run, and I planned on going further to make up for the deficit from Monday. The run I ended up doing was only just over 8.5km which only gave me an extra 250m over what I was supposed to run. Oh well, I’ll go further on Friday. MGirl instructed me to wake her up for the run as she’s been so busy lately and has really missed her runs. So, 5.30am and I duly wake her up and get the normal response of I’m too tired. “That’s ok” and I close the door and let her go back to sleep. I’m fumbling around in the dark, finding shoes and a bra and an HR monitor, when all of a sudden her door swings open and the lights are on….”I’m coming!” she says as she wipes her face! Guilt is a powerful thing…I fantasise that she lays there and thinks “if mum can get up and do it, why can’t I?” and that was enough to propel her out of bed!! It was nice to have the company even if I did get told off when I suggested she take the short way home because her quads were tired! “That’s giving up she said”…I guess she’s as tough as me.
8.5km later we rolled into the driveway in time to see that CBoy had managed to get himself up and was at the cereal trough! The morning was falling into place nicely! The run, though still slower, was under 6min/km pace. I am really over worrying about speed, I am trying to run to a heart rate where I am slightly exerted and let the pace (or lack of it) take care of itself. In the end I need to know I can persevere and continue like a diesel engine; as long as I can keep going I can do this. I commented again to MGirl that it is hard to get better at a distance as each week I have to go further; it’s not like I am perfecting my 10km time. I had a chuckle and felt ok that it wasn’t bothering me that much!
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