Time flies when you’re having fun! Seems like this weekend went by in a blur, and I couldn’t really tell you exactly what I did. Well, that’s a lie-I’m going to try to reconstruct it here. 🙂
Friday night was spent having too many cocktails. No need to give too many sordid details there; I was very glad it was Friday, apparently. Only thing worth mentioning from that is that I’ve been kicking around the idea of running a full marathon next year, and I think I found a friend crazy enough to do it with me. I was talking about it with Lisa today-I have mixed feelings. On one hand, it’d be nice to have found a “big” goal for next year-like 2 years ago it was an Olympic Tri, and last year was Half Ironman. But I remember feeling SO tired and cranky after finally completing the Iron Man, and thinking how this year it would be nice to get back to workouts because I feel like it, not because I have to hit x miles a week to progress towards a big ole goal. I wanted to get back to gardening, and baking, and some other interests I may not have even realized I have yet. And I know I could probably do both, but I worry that it’ll take over my already obsessive mind and put a halt to some progress I’ve made. On the other hand, I do love a challenge…
Saturday was spent doing the usual errands-putting together our household groceries for the week, a bit of housecleaning, and possibly a tiny nap. It was 60 outside-unheard of in Nebraska November. I decided it was probably my last chance for a good bike ride this year, so I saddled up my Kona and headed out to my favorite trail. There’s a packed limestone trail that goes from Lincoln farther than I’ve ever been able to ride. Well, let me tell you-it was pretty darn evident that I hadn’t rode for a while, certainly not that far in at least 2 months. I initially set out with a goal of 45ish miles, then dropped it to 40, and before I knew it, I decided 30 was going to have to do. My pace wasn’t good enough to make it safely home before dark, and I hadn’t brought my lights along. It was one of those rides that is just tough all the way. The way out is at a slight incline, so I usually come back much quicker, but this time if anything I got slower. Kind of discouraging, but hey-30 miles was enough to earn me some delicious chicken tacos Jeff made for dinner! I baked a pumpkin cake with a white chocolate glaze-turned out pretty darn delicious.
Sunday was spent baking brunch for some friends-recipe here: http://www.navywifecook.com/2012/01/bacon-egg-and-cheese-ring.html. Ring of YUM! We made some homemade hash browns, and perhaps had some small slices of cake as brunch dessert. Lisa and I headed off for another Sunday of hiking-went almost 7 miles in and around Mahoney State Park here. Great way to clear your head, get your legs working without worrying about pace, and enjoy a brisk fall day. When we got home, Jeff and I decided that it was time to pick up his Thanksgiving overalls-engineer striped, of course. It is a bit of a tradition in our family that the turkey cook wears overalls. Just a strange thing we have. Jeff was pretty happy to participate in the tradition though:
We stopped at Wal-Mart in our search for those overalls (3 stores later we got them at a western store specializing in wranglers and cowboy boots) and couldn’t resist the poppy sales from the American Legion members. Last week would have been my grandpa’s 91st birthday, and he was a proud and active member of the legion. This one’s for you, Grandpa!
For those who don’t know me in real life, my Grandpa was a very important person in my life for a really long time. My father died at a very young age, both for him (27) and for me (5). My stepdad was not very accepting of me and was a bit abrasive for me to live with. My Grandpa was probably the single positive male role model I had in my life for a very long time. Always happy to see me, always smiling, family was his world. Any time I was with him, I felt important. We bonded for a Summer when I was about 12 years old. My family was moving to a small town in Iowa, and my Mom left me with them for about a month or so while they set up shop before I officially moved with them. At that same time, Grandpa was recovering from quite major surgery-a quadruple bypass surgery. He had been put on some medication that wasn’t agreeing well with him, and it made him super antsy. The only thing that calmed him down was somehow watching me play solitaire. Old school, playing cards, sitting on the floor next to his la-z-boy. I must have sat there at least 4 hours a day, every day, the whole time I was there. I would sometimes get frustrated, and not want to-I wanted to go explore their small town, go for a walk, or do whatever 12 year olds did before the internet. But I knew Grandpa needed me, so there I sat. And once, years later, I was with them in the grocery store and I heard him introduce me to one of his doctors from back then as the girl who saved his life. Grandpa passed away a few years ago, and we all really, really miss his positive spirit, but we know he’s still with us.
OK, Q&A time:
**how do you balance training with living a normal life? Does training for a specific race or event BECOME your normal life? If so, do you find that some of your duties at home get put on the back burner? Also, full marathon: am I freaking crazy or WHAT?