12.07.2006

I can't wait until Sunday

See, the "100 mile club" thing ends on Saturday. I didn't think I was pushing all that much - I have a (fairly reasonable) goal of 300 miles in the 10 week period. Simple, a mere 30 per week. Of course, I didn't plan on some illness, nor being injured while running Chicago, so my weekly totals have been all over the map. Still, I am on track to finish, through a healthy combination of biking and running. (Every 3 bike miles count as 1 mile toward the goal - which means I actually accrue miles from biking somewhat more slowly than I could if I were just running.)

Anyway, as I said, I didn't think I was pushing hard. After all, most of my runs for the past 2-3 weeks have been in the 2-4 mile range, nice and simple, though speedier than they used to be (yay for post-marathon legs!). And then I stopped - every run, or almost every one, anyway, has been preceeded by a short, 21 mile bike ride (just under the 1 hour time limit for the bikes). So, they haven't been 2-4 mile runs, they have been 75-90 minutes of continuous exercise. Or, on the club log book, 8-12 miles per day.

So, Sunday I am going to slack off. Honest. Back to just running. And weights. Maybe the rowing machine to mix things up a bit. But I feel the need to back off a bit, just to let my body catch up to this again.

Today's other news - while feeding my son dinner, my wife calls to inform me that her car is dead, won't start, battery is kaput, can I come get her please, and bring jumper cables. I load up the diaper bag with a snack and a drink, get the son dressed in his coat, hat, mittens, etc, and drive to get her. When I get there, something like four other people are trying to help her, and the car is being jumped. (They tried to call, but we only have one cell, and she had it.) So, son and I stick around until the committee gets the car started, and then we follow her to a national chain with an auto service center. We drop the car off, head off into the mall to find the restrooms (the son is potty training, and "potty" means NOW, but we make it in time), and then I send the two of them back home in the minivan, so I can wait in the mall until her car is fixed. What a fun way to spend an evening, right?

2 Comments:

Blogger Wes said...

Ah the joys of a normal life! Impressive bike ride there.

9:17 AM  
Blogger runr53 said...

And dad was the hero after all! Way to go "Dad"!! Run Good!

8:50 PM  

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