This week in running started out strong with a good six-mile run on the track. Unlike the six-mile run the week before in Chicago, traversing slush and traffic, I did not feel like I was going to die. That's always a plus.
Tuesday was a four-mile day and back on the treadmill. With a very short window of time, I had to kick it into high gear with a steady four miles at 5.5. At least my stamina with increased speeds is improving.
Wednesday was supposed to be another four, but I chose instead to have dinner with friends. That was a tough decision knowing that it would put me a total of 19 miles behind on my schedule. But, if there's anything that this training is teaching me, it is to pace myself through life. That means taking mini breaks when necessary to actually LIVE. What a concept.
Thursday was three miles on the treadmill and again at a pace of 5.5 miles per hour. Nothing special.
Friday, I hopped a plane to come to Arizona to help care for my Grandfather and give support to my Grandmother. I know that being a good caregiver also requires giving care to oneself. This prompted me to continue with my training runs and to push it a bit in honor of those who may never have that opportunity again. If we can, we should. One mile at 5.5, one at 5.6, and one at 5.7. This little run was one way to honor my Grandpa, a person who taught me how to laugh at myself. I love you.
Miles run to date: 165.2
Deficit from plan: -19 miles
Lessons learned: It's okay to deviate from the plan as long as you can still see the road.
Wow, as your mom I am completely in awe of the insight you demonstate day after day. What a beautiful thought, knowing that your grandpa is fighting for every breath. You are such a beautiful woman inside and out with the heart and soul of a person whose journey of life is truly a journey of self discovery. Thank you for being such a terrific daughter--my cup runneth over sweetheart. Love, Mom
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