by When I write myself a schedule, I do “down” weeks as opposed to “off” weeks.
I like to run, and I think I’m one of those people who does better with some running all the time. But I’ve signed on to run with a group and their philosophy is that a down week is an off week. So for the first time in I don’t know how long, I looked at a three-day period with nary a run on the calendar.
It was a good weekend for it. Friday, I drove to Kyle and visited a good friend…and as I drove back into Austin, the weather hit with a vengeance. Wow! Traffic on I35 slowed to 45mph as we all tried to see through a weird white sky and driving rain. I came home and baked cookies in honor of my boy’s first cross country meet in Waco.
Saturday was a sleep-in morning, followed by lazying around and watching Longhorn football. I napped in the recliner some, ate queso, and drank some beer, not all necessarily in that order.
But I couldn’t make it through Sunday without a run. A friend who is training for her first 50K needed to do 20 miles; I talked her into going out to Bastrop State Park for the first time, and I drove out to run the first 10-mile loop with her. It was overcast but not raining, and the trail was squishy. We became well aware of every tiny creek crossing, and we even waded in one up to mid-shin. We didn’t see another soul on the trail. It’s funny; last weekend, I ran hard and felt great. Yesterday, I was sluggish and slow and was glad to only do 10. I think it was the high humidity, which is not my friend.
I came home and treated myself to another nap.
In the evening, I camped out in front of the computer to watch the Ironman Wisconsin finishers. So thrilling when Austin triathlete (and my daughter’s former swim coach) Amy Marsh WON the women’s race! And a good friend of my husband’s had a PR at his second IM. It’s funny though–none of it grabbed me and made me think, “I’d like to be doing that again!”
I wonder if my IM Coeur d’Alene may be like my Pikes Peak Marathon; the experience was so satisfying in and of itself that I may never need to go back.
We’ll see….
