It is Monday morning at the time of this writing. I’ve started writing this blog post three times and still haven’t gotten around to finishing it. I’ve been busy; I’m preparing to move out of my mom’s house and into my own apartment (I’ll spill all the juicy deets about that in another post). This involves not just packing up my stuff, but packing up all of my mom’s stuff. And my grandmother’s stuff, much of which my mom kept. Letters, books, clothes, pots, wine glasses. Old bills, broken remotes, thousands of photographs. Preparing for an estate sale (a phrase I never thought I’d say). Donating items. Packing things. Throwing stuff away. Many trips to the recycling bin. Bubble wrap. Boxes. Tape. More tape. And even, some more tape.
This will be just be a quick post about this morning’s track work at my good old alma mater, Northport High. I drove there and back, something I don’t normally do as the track is only a 11 or 12 minute run from home. But I’ve decided that, at least for the remaining time I’m living here, I want to take advantage of my time and energy on speed work days and use them for the actual speed work itself.
Dreams are the epitome of Boring Stories. Nobody is interested in hearing about a dream except for the person who had it. Which is why I am writing an entire blog post about one I had. I’d begun writing this at 5:15 am the morning of last Sunday’s 5K.
The YMCA 5K Run/Walk in Memory of Marcie Mazzola took place on Sunday in Huntington on a lovely, sunny, brisk morning. Not only was it a fun, well-organized, snack-plentiful race, I am proud to announce that I PR’d (aka personal record’d) with a time of 24:14!
I decided to do my long run this morning, even though it’s a Friday. I’m running a 5K on Sunday and don’t want to do a long run the day before a race, nor the day of a race, of course. This will be my first “road 5K” since last fall and I want to give it my everything. And with it being Bagel Friday and all, I figured I’d just get the run done today. What better way to prepare for a huge, delicious hunk of bread? One that is most likely, given what I’m envisioning at the moment, smothered in peanut butter and banana?
This morning marked my triumphant return to the high school track and, yes, speed work. It is time for the speed work. I took some time off from the speed work, and now I am back. Welcome back, speed work. I’ve missed you.
This morning’s run had me once again in a hat and gloves. At least it’s light out at 6 am now. No more reflective straps or headlamp for the next few months, unless for some reason I need to run pre-dawn, but I can’t imagine why I would.
The rain that was supposed to start Sunday morning looked like it was holding off until the afternoon, which was good news for my long run. I would’ve run in the rain, but was happy not to. I really hate wet shoes.
My first 5K race since last fall took place yesterday, and what a day, and what a race! Beautiful weather, grueling course, and I got to see someone I hadn’t seen in over 25 years – but first, the race.
I don’t want to get my hopes up, but there’s a chance that winter might finally be over. And I think today was the official turning point.
Yesterday morning was still the same old 30 degree temps we’ve had for the last 839265477 mornings. My thickest gloves still left my fingers frozen on my early morning dog walk, and after my run (where once again I covered my hands with my trusty plush purple socks), it was so cold I tried taking a picture where you could see my breath.