Had a great running week last week! For me, 36 miles is something to celebrate. Add the heat and humidity, and I dub myself a running rock star.
Ran a 15 miler on Saturday in the heat and thick humidity. It was the longest run I’ve done since Boston in April and it was one of the hilliest routes I run. Meaghan and I ventured out early (not early enough for the heat sadly) and tackled the hills. Our pace was very consistent mile by mile, and overall, it was pretty uneventful.
On Sunday, I amazed myself yet again (still touting rock star status) by going out for a 5 miler. I call it amazing because I rarely run the day after a long run. My first mile was slow and included lots of inner voices coaxing my legs to work again. I felt like I worked so hard for that first mile that I thought for sure I had done a low 8. Notsomuch. 8:52 for all that hard work? Had to dial it back. Actually, I heard Scott yelling over my inner voices at me to “Let the run come to you!” Interestingly enough, my second mile improved immensely to an 8:30-ish with half of the huffing and puffing of the first mile. Mile 3 found me on my least favorite street, yet on Sunday, it became the most entertaining part of my run.
I rounded the corner and started up the wimpy incline that feels like a mountain and heard a trumpet playing the following …..
Cracked.Me.Up. Not that it was bad playing or anything, but it was just so random and so unexpected. And it made me smile, which is always a good thing on a run.
I couldn’t help but think what great timing it was to hear “The Imperial March” as I’m attacking my least favorite part of my run. It was almost as good as the Taiko drummers that helped me scale the big hill at Vermont City Marathon, but in a Darth Vader kind of way.
Pressure’s on for a new running week, but not so much pressure that I can't find reason to smile for some part of my run. Wonder if the trumpeter takes requests.....