Saturday is the tradition day for most of the running world to go on a “long run” and who am I to buck that tradition. I would like to say that Saturday morning I got up early and went for a scenic run whilst watching the sun come up of the desert mountains.
I slept like the bum that I am until 9:30. And let me tell you, it was glorious! I would have stayed longer but there was a run and other plans for the day. So, reluctantly got up. Put on my running gear and loaded Vicky’s bike into the bed of the truck. We had what now seems like a ridiculous plan. She would bike beside me while I ran.
We drive to the bike trail head so that we could bike/run without worrying about cars and started off on a 6 mile journey, 3 out and 3 back. My pace to start with was fantastic 8:40 min/mile. I paid for the quick start toward the end.
If you are ever given the choice between biking while someone runs or running while your partner bikes, be the biker. A runner trying to keep up with a biker is a really hard workout and barely anything if you are the biker. That was one of the hardest runs I’ve had in a VERY long time. But, it felt really good. and I’ll admit that I stopped a couple of times. I still managed a 10 min/mile average so I’m pretty happy with it.
I had all kinds of thoughts about random things on this run. Here are a few of them:
Do you think that Bono of U2 will ever find what he is looking for?
Does he even know what he is looking for?
At what point will he stop?
Would it help if he stopped looking in the Red Hill mining town where the streets have no name?
Why does he not care if he looks with or without you?
Who are you anyway? (I know I switched bands there to the Who).
Being Saturday we went to breakfast afterward. I call it breakfast because that was the food we ate (I love some good B&G) and coffee. We had planned a hike that afternoon but got rained out. I know, its a desert and it rained. Weird right.
On to Sunday. I didn’t run. Sunday’s are a tradition (running and religious) rest day anyway. And I wasn’t able to find out where the group trail run was in time. So, I smoked a brisket. Work hard, play hard right? And since that is an all day event that needs babysitting I wasn’t able to go run. I’ll leave you with that image until next time…C-ya!