Saturday, November 17, 2012
Weekend Running and Eating . . .
Outside, it's dark and stormy, and those clouds had their contents shaken loose by a ravaging wind, so that I was pelted with rain all through my Long Slow Distance Run this morning. My target for this week's run was six loops of the island, a total of 24.6 kilometres. Despite being thoroughly soaked by the end of my second circuit, I persevered, switching direction every two loops just for variety. I duck into the house for water after each round, grab a light snack, use "the facilities," if necessary, and sometimes contemplate switching caps or jackets just to confound the neighbours who occasionally remark on seeing me pass them again. . . and again. . . and again. . .
Today's distance was a peak target for me, and now I'll slack off for a week or two, dropping back to 15 or 20 kilometres to let my body do some catch-up. My training program is very idiosyncratic, but I'm trying to listen carefully to warnings of incipient injuries while gradually building up a mileage (kilometrage just sounds awkward, doesn't it?!) base that might let me consider. . . . No, I'd better not say it. I'm fearful of setting any overly ambitious goal not because I might lose face if I fail to reach it, but also because I recognize my tendency to ignore warnings once I do commit. Already, it's very difficult for me to let myself miss a weekend's Long Run, and I've noticed myself beginning to squeeze in a 4th weekly run. Slightly compulsive personality . . . . hmmmm.. . . .
Meanwhile, though, my average weekly distance has moved into the 45 kilometre range, and so far, so good (looking around for some wood to knock on). . . .
And when I get in from the cold and the rain and the long, slow, slogging, I can eat this, prepared by my sweet guy, a man who makes the best. baking powder biscuits. EVER!
He's off to town, now that we've eaten heartily, to complete the mission thwarted earlier by heavy winds. In fact, as I write this, I can hear him coming back in the house, all stocked with groceries for tonight's dinner AND, weekend luxury -- the Saturday papers! (No door-to-door newspaper delivery here, of course -- a boat trip to town is required, so we're glad the winds died down).
Hope your weekend has also moved into the comfort zone. What are you up to? Any cholesterol horrors to equal those pictured above? (mmmmm, nomnomnom. . . )