The Pembroke Nine

With the rainy day and the accumulating laundry, I decided to drive to my apartment so I could wash and dry the clothes and get in an easy nine miles. My energy level was down, and found the run more difficult than usual, but I made it through. The light but steady rain was pleasant. I'd made plans to run this Monday morning, but my sleep was interrupted by a sobbing child, creeped out by the beetles flying against her window. Sometimes having a ready-made family is hard (especially when trying to sleep through the night). It took me two hours to get back to sleep. At 5:15 when the alarm sounded I knew I wasn't going to make it. Maybe I'll hit Pembroke again this evening.

A quick 3 before bed

Right after dinner, Zoe suggested we go on a jog (translation: I run, she bikes alongside me, which is even better for me since it makes me focus on speed for a change). It was already ten till 8, nearing her bedtime, so we had to make it quick and short. Beautiful evening sky, with the pink bands of cloud reflecting on the bay, reminding me how beautiful it really is here. Not that I needed reminding. I ran at a good, fast pace. I need to put in a good 6 today, at least. What I may have to do is just drive myself back out to Pembroke where I used to run, where running 9 miles was a piece of cake. So far, not a fan of Eastport running.

We got home to Rob on the couch engrossed in our new copy of The Hipster Handbook. I cooled down with this, as well, reading about the milieu of hipster greetings (and the ones that are considered midtown by the socially-aware), before showering and joining Rob and Zoe to watch Lars and the Real Girl. Good movie.

Back in the saddle again

I love that song.

Anyway, I've been getting into a more regular schedule with running (ie. twice a week). I ran on Sunday and Monday last week (3ish each day), and Monday of this week (close to 5 miles), though the ferocity with which I ran this week has left me nearly debilitated (sensations not unlike post-marathon quad soreness. I'm having a hard time on descents - stairs, hills, sitting in chairs, etc.). Still, with the weather finally getting warmer, it's been nice to get out and move. It's been so rainy here this spring, so I'm taking advantage of all the nice days we're having. I would've run yesterday had I not been experiencing such discomfort. Same goes for today. I even set my alarm for 5:50, just in case I should be feeling more spry, and could take advantage of my time in the am (with a trip to the DMV in Calais and the ridiculously glorified 8th grade graduation monopolizing my afternoon and evening) but it was not to be. Maybe tomorrow morning. I've got to get cracking on my training...October 10th is a little over 4 months away, and those 26.2 miles aren't going to run themselves.