Saturday morning came way too early. N. had to be in St. Louis by 7:30 for a volleyball tournament that his team was in. He can't play yet since he's been recovering from surgery for a month now, but he has to be there.
Usually if there's a conflict between a tournament and one of J's things, I go to the tournament and Jeff goes to J's event. This week, since N wasn't playing, I decided I'd drop him off and then go back home so I could watch J play in his first basketball game. Then, I'd head back towards St. Louis, do my scheduled 10 mile run, and hang out at tournament and cheers N's team on.
So I dragged him out of bed and out the door...
|Not thrilled about the hour OR the camera|
|Best gas station ever|
|Hello, Arch...wherever you are|
|Maybe I'm not a great fan, but I don't stay to watch if my kid isn't playing, especially when my other kid is somewhere else|
|Heading back home|
|Getting some help from Daddy|
|J's #6 on green|
|This nice, flat section runs along the river|
|The view from the top is pretty awesome, though.|
|It's a steep drop if you get too close to the edge|
The first 7.5 miles weren't bad at all. Slow as dirt, but I felt pretty good. I guess I've reached that point in my training where the extra miles you add to your long run hurt, though, bc the last 2.5 miles were no fun at all. Especially when I got to this section:
|This section is so steep. I hate how pictures don't show that.|
Unfortunately, I still had .2 miles left when I got to the parking lot, so I spent it running a couple of hill repeats on the nasty hill leading up to the bluffs. I ran as far up as I could without walking, then I jogged back down. It took two to finish off my miles. Then it was time to go pick up N.
|Go Cougars...our team won.|
|J enjoyed the game.|
|My ride for the Super Century.|
|I don't think I'd seen Dirty Dancing since high school|
Though I bought (or started to buy) my trainer in December, this was actually the first time I'd ever used one. Turns out there is a slight learning curve, and by that I mean that I almost fell over two different times. I'm not exactly sure how, but I do know that if I hadn't been set up next to a wall and have landed on the floor. Still, I managed to eat my oatmeal breakfast while riding.
Despite the distraction of the movies, twitter, and Facebook, I got uncomfortable pretty quickly. I think I took a stand-up/stretch break at 20 mi, and then I stopped to get some food about halfway through. Nothing sounded good until I looked in the freezer.
|I would never eat this much ice cream normally.|
Here's how much I loved the experience:
|You could say it was not the Egg McMuffin of bike rides, if you liked Egg McMuffins or that dopey commercial.|
The last 15 or so miles was TOUGH. I was completely soaked in sweat. J came downstairs and said, "It smells BAD in here." I had to assume I was the smell. I just wanted to be done. By the last 3, I was nearly in tears, but no way was I going to quit that close to the end. Finally, miraculously, it was over. Well, it was sort of over. You see, my 50k plan still called for a 6 mi trail run.
My partner in crime. Or stupidity. You say poTAYto...
Even though Patrick had also done the
Here's a picture of the gully or whatever our icy bridge was over. I made sure to take it since Kovas seemed a little skeptical of the need for a bridge.
Due, I guess, to our strangely warm weather, our woods and in particular the ravines are getting some really cool mossy areas. It was really pretty. We explored a trail we'd never run before, and when it led down to a creek, we opted to kind of swing over the water (could've waded through, but why?) by hanging onto a downed tree. That slowed our pace even more, but since we were running 15 min miles, it wasn't much of an issue. Ok, it wouldn't have been anyway.
Whatever, it was fun, and maybe there's something to this recovery run thing, because I feel pretty darn good today, even if I did fall asleep before halftime and miss the majority of the Super Bowl commercials.
P.S. Check out the Team Virtus website for a poetic recounting of our stationary adventure. Thanks, boys, for a really terrible, fun time. And thanks to my friends who popped by on Facebook or twitter to cheer me on. I love that I have friends who'll encourage me even in the most colossally stupid challenges. ESPECIALLY in those. :)