Friday night, for example, was spent at my school's first ever family campout.
We got there after dark on Friday night bc Jacob had had football practice, and we had to pack up early on Saturday morning to get him home for a soccer game (lost)...
|Jacob throwing in the ball.|
|He got an interception that he ran back for a touchdown and a couple other good catches.|
|Like soccer with bats|
|Shooting the ball with the slingshot...|
|...for the other kids to catch with lacrosse sticks.|
Sunday morning I was up early-ish to meet Mickey for a long run at Castlewood State Park. Glorious, fantastic running weather!
|Way harder than it should have been, but what a lovely day to run!|
This year I'd like to find out. To that end, I've been gradually building my long runs on the weekends and doing one or two shorter runs a week. It's still not what someone dedicated would consider good training, but if I can stay consistent it'll be a big improvement in the previous two years.
Of course, it's been a slow road back to any kind of running fitness. I'm starting to see some glimpses of it, but I'm certainly not yet at the point where a 13-mile run is no big deal (my primary running goal) or where I could maintain 10 minute miles over the majority of the Skippo course (my stretch race goal).
But hey, the race is still a month and a half away, plenty of time for improvement for a girl who usually realizes mid-October that I'd better start training for that 18 mile race looming over me. Or plenty of time to lose interest, slack on the training, and show up on November 9 for yet another death march for my Skippo mug.