April 21st

(V) This morning I decided to explore seven hills and found a few routes that I am excited to try out and show Nick. So close to my house- reminded me of anthem. The one I ran today was shorter than I expected and was out and back, which generally makes me lose my concentration. As I headed out, I saw a sign that pointed in the direction that I was already going and read: Pat's run. I imagined Pat making these signs on his computer and posting them for his friends that he plays gin rummy with on the weekends, that were just getting into running. Pat seemed to know where he was going so I followed the rest of the signs and it led me through two more parks and along the henderson airport. along the way, there were paths that forked off into the unknown. Super tempting but I stayed on pat's run. I came to another park that led to three communities and they each had a lock so that was the end. I was hoping Pat would lead me back onto seven hills parkway but I had to turn around and run back the way I came. There were a ton of people out. This trail was no secret. Everyone was walking their dogs and jogging and wearing light colored clothes that looked comfortable and I looked like an outsider: no music, in all black, with a black watch and black hat, over heating. there were two boys that looked about 8 running together probably to the next park over and one of their shirts read, "Love, Peace & crabs." It was probably from joe's crab shack or something. As I was losing my momentum, I saw real runners coming my way and I figured I better conduct myself so I got a little taller and looked hecka focused so I didnt have to make eye contact. But then I saw that there was many more of them, all in red. RUNNING TEAM- FUCK. some were wearing football gear. GYM CLASS- WHEW. and as I passed them I read their shirts that read "Pat's Run" and realized Pat had died. and they were running in his honor. As I approached the end of my run there was a nice finish line that I'd be crossing and a banner that I had to run under. On either side of the sidewalk there were lawn chairs and people waiting to cheer on Pat's runners. It would have been very obvious to just bee-line into the glass and around this so I continued through to the finish line. First place.

(Nick) went out to RRRC for my Saturday morning buttkicking. I felt like I was in good shape for the run and was happy to see that Jason from last week was setting the pace. This one was really gonna work me. The run did not go great at all. At the 2 mile mark right at the light to cross Stephanie my legs just gave out. It was so frustrating and embarrassing to have to call it quits so early into the run. I wanted to jog back and get to my car as quickly as possible but my legs wernt moving any faster than a brisk walk.

I can't help but think that all the speed sessions this week have really put a beating on my body. Usually the longer runs hurt. But after this week of short sprints my legs feel like sand bags. There's always next week to redeem myself.