(Well, the real recap is found in another place. This is my recap.)
Easter weekend: gorgeous spring-like weather! Saturday morning I had a 50-min run with the DC Road Runners, after which (oh, i will so regret saying this, even thinking it—Bex, look away), I felt fit as a fiddle, and a little like it wasn't enough of a workout.
So what did I do with all my extra energy on Saturday? Why, I took a nap, of course. The vacuuming could wait. Actually, Number One Daughter tells me that I might have actually said to her, on her first day back from school since Christmas break, that I might actually have mentioned, that if she felt up to it, could she vacuum? (I am soooo not like other mothers. Sigh.)
Saturday night was Easter vigil, where I rang a few bells, then went out to a lovely dinner with NOD and friends. Dinner might have included a french martini. Yum.
Sunday was supposed to be my long slow run, but hell's bells, my kid was only home for two days. So, after yet another long nap (this may be a record, two days in a row), we took a mother-daughter hike on ye olde "Billy Goat Trail." A sign at the trailhead warns you to "Think Twice," and is replete with dire warnings of numbers of people who have died, etc. We are so hardcore! We laugh at danger!
Dire warnings of rock climbing and numbers of people killed.
NOD looking good on rocks (crappy cell phone camera!)
Mom rocks, too!
We hiked up and down some spectacular rocks for about 90 minutes. Not a run, but plenty cardiovascular. And I got some good scoopage on life-at-college.
Still, I had to get my 90-minute run in. In fact, I was now agonizing about when I would get this run in. Like OBSESSING about it. DREAMING about it.
So, this morning, on my day off, I hopped outta bed at 6:30 a.m., and drove in the pelting rain, in rush-hour traffic, to the start of a nice, ever-so-slightly uphill course. And ended up running 7.5 miles, (a first! in a training run!) in 90-minutes. I was soaked and lonely. My giant bunion blisters started acting up again, but other than that, I was a-ok. My companion, Phedippidations, came along, and I listened to the history of the Boston Marathon and then to Steve's account of his running the Cape Code Marathon. Just what I needed to distract myself from the intense, never-ending anxiety that overtakes me at the start of every run (and for which I am very open to any suggestions, btw).
Afterwards, I raced home (after carefully stretching of course), drove NOD to Amtrack, and sent her on her way. Now, I'm home, and thinking: why not make it a trifecta? I'm heading in for—yes!—another nap.
Good luck to everyone running Boston today.