They’re All Gone

Since the race on Sunday, my runs each morning have felt pretty lethargic. I wake up longing for more sleep and force myself to shuffle down the dark street. Eventually I wake up and pick it up, but it’s been tough going. Until this morning, my legs have been generally sore while out on the roads which has likely further influenced my lethargic tendencies as of late. I am pleased to report that I’ve had no hip pain. Steady activity seems to be the key.

This morning I ran with Bain (again). After we parted (we usually only run 50-75% of the run together since we live 2 miles apart) I decided to throw in some surges. It would mix up the monotony and get me home a bit sooner. I felt surprisingly good during the pick-ups but my stomach was uneasy after a festive night on the town. It was around this time that I noticed the absence of the Port-A-Johns. Where had they gone? I cruised down the trail and noticed more were missing too. I think Montgomery County takes them away during the winter…I have noticed this during previous winters. Why, MoCo, why? Like a hound dog to a hunter, the Port-A-John is a runner’s best friend - it’s loyal, always there for you and often gets dirty (struggling a little with this analogy). I could keep going but this is a “family blog” and I wouldn’t want anyone to think differently of me.

I hope by early January I will get into my new running routine. I’ll hopefully start some (indoor) workouts in anticipation for the 3k I am running in a month. The goal will be to run the 3k just a tad faster than my intended 5k pace. Ideally, this should feel comfortable and it should be easy. Above all, the race is only a workout. Anyone out there want to rabbit for me in the 3k for a mile – 35/36s x 8…? I assume I will hop in the mile as well.