Time Run: 2 hrs, 19 mins, 54 secs
Calories burned: 1560
It was a doozy of a week....
Training wasn't too bad. Monday, Hubs and I took Jake-Dog to the doggy park and he was having a grand ole time even when he and his friend Grover ran straight into my leg from behind so I didn't have enough time to bend my knees. Luckily, we don't think anything is torn since I obviously ran this week and the minimal pain has gotten better over the week, but seriously... scared. me. to. death. Ran on Tuesday and Wednesday and my knee was hurting enough that I took Thursday off and would see how I felt on Friday. I was jumping out of my skin by then so I went for a short jog just to put in the mileage.
My long run was 5.65 miles. I wasn't feeling nearly as motivated as I was last week, in fact the whole morning started off weird. I was running late to the Striders meet-up and my tummy was not in the best of moods with me, must have been the 5 hours I slept and my alarm going off in the middle of a bad dream. Anyways, I got to the meet-up place and they were just leaving so I raced to get my stuff all together to at least keep them in eyesight. I wasn't trying to break any speed or distance barriers, I kinda just wanted this run to be over. And soon enough it was. I was able to get home and take a shower before a short nap and then onto the beach with two of my favorite kids and their mommy.
I look funny because I squatted down. I really should have just knelt.
I'm not one for broadcasting my job all over the internet, but this week was my last week. Not by my mis-doing or the choice of either myself or employer, just something that had to happen. It sucked. I cried, I laughed, I got frustrated, I played, I solved problems, I made memories....
I guess it didn't really suck. Just the ending part.
These kids have taught me more over the past 10 months than I ever could have imagined and being embraced by their family has been awesome. A few of my favorite "lessons" have been:
1. Get mad, throw a fit, then forget about it 5 minutes later with a hug and an "I'm sorry." This needs no explanation.
2. Playing catch is always going to be more fun than watching TV, even if it's Scooby Doo.
3. Swinging on swings is a great way to talk. So is dancing to no music at all.
4. Kids are more resilient and perceptive than anyone gives them credit for. I wonder when that changes... cause most adults I know, myself included are not as resilient or perceptive as these two are.
Needless to say, I have loved my year with them and I will see them in a couple weeks for 2 days, but after seeing them basically every day for the past 10 months, it's a little shocking to think about. I figure I'll get up to date with my wifely duties of cleaning, decorating, and cooking. That'll be fun for about 3 days.
Today was really nice, we took Jake to the park again and he played until he could play no more. No really, him and Leo were on their backs trying to still play because they had nothing left.
Leo's in front, Jake's in back, Random dog is standing
We then caught up on TV and decided to go to the gym because I was again bouncing off the walls and figured this week was as good as any to start weight training. I ran on the treadmill for 10 minutes which was torturous. I felt like I had run 2 hours by the end of it. I don't know what it is about treadmills, I just can't stand them. Then Hubs introduced me to the wide world of weight training without the Cybex machines (which apparently aren't as effective as one would think). We had a good time and spent dinner and some time after just sitting on our couch talking about life and not being distracted by the tv, music, computers or cell phones. It was pretty awesome. I think we might make that a Sunday tradition.
I'm going into this week with a positive attitude. I read a quote from the Bible earlier from the Book of Romans 5:3-4. It has to do with both life and running in my opinion, and I kind of love it now.
"And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope;"
And because I love my dog like he's my child, a picture of him grazing at the park. He doesn't eat grass to puke, 'cause he never has no matter how much he eats. I think he just eats it cause it tastes good to him. Weird dog. He fits in well here.