We left D.C. at 6 a.m. Saturday morning, and drove straight to the Rehoboth Yoga Center, where we took a 90-minute Svaroopa class, which is about as far from Bikram as you can get. I have actually fallen asleep in this class, it is so soothing and relaxing. This is my kind of exercise!
We checked into the foul-smelling motel, and high-tailed it out of there to the beach. Saturday night we were invited for dinner with our good friends Dan and Bob. Yum. Bob, who is an ex-Marine (ex-some military branch), and a marathoner, said he'd run with me Sunday morning. We met at 7 a.m., and headed to a local trail, which was either 3.6 miles one way, or 3.9 (I'm going with 3.9) depending on which Web site you use. It was beautiful, woodsy, meandering thru marshes and creeks. I had warned Bob that I was slow but he was a Really Good Sport about it! We discussed everything as we ran: relationships, men, men, relationships, men, family, hydration, men. You know, the usual. NOD ran 3.5 miles and waited for us in town. Bob and I ran for 1 1/2 hours, so I either ran really well, or, um, not. But, we had fun!
Blister Update: Better! No blister pain on the 7- or 8- miler! I'm now wearing asic socks, and back to the Nike Pegasus.
Plantar Fasciitis Update: My foot was wrapped for the 7- or 8-miler, and no pain! Wrapping came off later during a romp in the ocean.
Sunday night was fireworks night at Rehoboth. NOD and I hung around the beach and took 1,000 pictures of each other. OK, of me. Still. Fun!
Monday, we headed back to the beach, intending to leave early to get back to town, except I couldn't tear myself away. The water was perfect (well, except for a little problem that the lifeguards told me were "sea lice"; but if you read that article, that's not what they were; whatever they were, they bite and sting like crazy). Otherwise, it was all good.
START RANT: At one point I took a little walk on the beach and was literally astonished at the number of overweight children I saw. It was truly frightening. I was an overweight child, so I know firsthand what it's like. Their parents should be shot and jailed. Or the other way around. No, wait, that's judgmental, isn't it? But really, it makes me sad to think of their futures. Really scary. (Watch "Honey, We're Killing the Kids," a show that scares the bejesus outta me.) END RANT.
We left Rehoboth around 8:30 p.m., arriving back at la petit maison at 11:30, got up at 6:30 a.m. on the fourth for the Potomac Cure Autism Now 5k, which I also ran last July 4.
In a sadly familiar pattern, I waited til the morning of the race to register, thereby costing myself an extra $30 bucks. Sigh. But, this year was special, because NOD ran with me!! NOD ran cross country and track in high school, and let's just say it wasn't her favorite sport.
(This is a hilly course, but it seemed less hilly to me this year than last. Is it possible that I'm fitter??)
It was humid, and hot. Race was slated to start at 8, but didn't til 8:10. The course description read:
The 5K course runs through beautiful shady residential neighborhood streets with a long downhill finish.Now, I don't want to say that anyone outright lied about the shade, but there was no shade.
This was NOD's first race since high school, and first race with me, so i was very excited. I didn't expect that I would beat my PR of 31:13 set just in April. If I could beat last year's time, I would be very happy.
July 4, 2005: 33:50 (10:53/mile)
This year's splits:
(Kinda all over the place, huh? Well, that 9:57, I'm deliriously happy to say, was on an uphill! And it's entirely possible, though I won't swear to it, that I slowed down on the last mile because I was catching up to NOD. And what 19-year-old wants their 49-year old mother beating them?? So, I was either being a saintly mother, or I just got lazy. I don't really know.)
All in all, it was a GREAT fourth of July, and to celebrate, we're listening over there--------->
to a Canadian indie rocker, Allison Crowe.