Just a quick update. I just started “Alice I Have Been” by Melanie Benjamin last night.
Here is a review. I’m about 3 pages into it (I was exhausted yesterday), but so far, so good. Sometimes it’s hard to get into a book when you’ve just finished a really good one, you know? I need a breather sometimes. But my library fines are going to catch up on me, so I’ll plug away.
Also, this is a running blog, so I should talk running. It’s been brutally hot here in South Dakota lately. Today the heat index at noon was about 110. Not kidding. I did get out for about 4.5 miles or so, and was pretty crabby about it. I did not get in a long run last week — mastitis pretty much killed that. I managed about 25 for the week, plus a day of pool-running. Not ideal, but I’m trying to just go with it.
This week, I hope to be closer to 40, with a long run of 15 on Sunday. I don’t think that will be a problem. I’m feeling a lot better, and as long as I run pretty easy, my pubic ramus feels fine.
I did get up at 4:30 a.m. Sunday and Monday to get my runs in. It’s tough sometimes, but that is often the only time I have to go. I’m grateful for friends who are willing to run that early. Sunday was disgusting out — perfectly still and humid and just sickening. Kristen — a good friend — and I met up and ran about 5 easy miles together. We were in the second half of the run and saw a huge bank of sprinklers ahead at a business. They looked heavenly and we talked about how good it was going to feel to run straight through them.
“Wouldn’t that be funny if they turned off before we got there,” Kristen said.
“Shut the fuck up,” I replied.
And then. About 20 feet from them. Faaaaade. Trickle. Nothing. Goddamnit. I can just picture some jackass janitor inside watching us approach. “Ha ha, dipshits.” Off.
Somehow we made it through. Well, I barely did and confess I had to walk part of it. It was nasty out, and I am a loser. I hate summer running. Give me 10 degrees any day.
Here’s a godawful photo I shot of my nasty self post-run today. Notice how freakishly huge my feet look. Like I’m a Bobble-foot doll. What the hell?Happy running.