I Took the Weekend Off!

Chris and I drove up to Tahoe to celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary, and we spent a most glorious weekend sleeping and relaxing. We also drank Wet Woodys at Garwoods (where we held our wedding reception); the rum-laden cranberry-and-orange-juice frozen concoction is still as good as ever. We drove back to the Rustic Cottages with light snow flurries swirling around us, and this morning there was a dusting of white everywhere.

I treated myself to a massage yesterday afternoon – the first one since I’ve started training. My leg muscles were so happy at the end of the hour that they didn’t want to carry me back downstairs to the car.

I brought my running shoes with me, but they didn’t escape the confines of my gym bag, and I’m not sad. That doesn’t mean I skipped out on my long run, though. I simply did it early, at 7am on Friday. Fortunately, I had company! Sharon, Ginny and I met in Danville and ran along the Iron Horse trail. We only had to go 10 miles and, compared to the 15 last weekend, it seemed like a breeze!

We passed the time telling a wide variety of stories, including the time Sharon tried to hold a 200-pound manhole cover up so her mom could rescue her brother’s remote control car. A few bloody fingers and a trip to the hospital were the first clues that Sharon was on the path to becoming a nurse.

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Milestone of a morning

This morning’s run was a milestone for me – I logged 10 miles! That’s the farthest I’ve ever gone. EVER! I have now officially crossed into uncharted waters. Every Saturday run from here on out until the marathon (except for our rest weeks) will be represent a new achievement in distance for me. Wow! That’s amazing to contemplate. I’m not quite sure I can really wrap my head around it.

Today we ran five miles out and back. Unfortunately, the second five were slightly uphill and against the wind. Our splits definitely reflected a slower pace on the back end – at least until we neared the end. We ran our fastest time in mile 10; we were so ready to be done! Someone snapped a photo of me at the finish with my tongue hanging out of my mouth as if I were a dog. As soon as the photos get posted online, I’ll add them to this entry.

All in all I felt all right during the run. I was definitely tired entering mile seven and, by the end, the space between my heels and ankles (next to my Achilles on the back part of my foot) hurt. But I didn’t have any other aches or pains to speak of. I finished the run with Sharon, whose knee hurt her pretty much the whole way. Tonya stuck with us till about mile seven when she had to bow out due to an upset stomach. I’ll count my blessings that I felt pretty good out there!

Just a quick reminder: if you want to come rock climbing next Sunday, I need to know by EOD tomorrow! Send me an email or give me a call (415-385-3530). If you’re still undecided but considering coming, let me know! Remember you can scroll down to my original blog post for all the details. It’ll be a fun afternoon, so I hope to see you there!

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