This has been a lousy week despite a really good start.
We trotted through six miles of drizzle then ate bagels
and waited for the results.
Got our picture taken
(Not me.)
and then walked to the subway past the blooming daffodils.
Yes, that's right, the blooming idiots walked by the blooming daffodils.
The three girls I started next to in last Sunday's 10k spoke German. I was always a little ahead or a little behind them for the first three miles, then, after we had climbed Great Hill, we passed the Haarlem Meer on our left and started up the only hill of any size in Central Park. I've run up it many times, usually with Mick Jagger screaming in my ear about introducing himself as "a man of wealth and taste" or Eminem growling how "you only got one shot, do
not miss this chance and blow this opportunity... ." The hill, I'm sure it has a name of it's own -I need to look it up-, is deceptive. It undulates itself into a tight left turn right at the bottom, if you are foolish enough to glance to the left at that point you are treated to a view of the thousands of runners ahead of you staggering and puffing away with the occasional knot of people walking, then you make the left.
Remember how hard it was to run up the slide at the park? Yeah, well, you get the picture. The girls disappeared at that point. I don't if I left them in the dust (what dust??) or if they zoomed ahead of me singing "Yah, yah, yah." All I know is that at the top of that hill I was ready for the next three miles to zoom by and they did. I came within a hair of breaking an hour and I was very happy.
Then the week got weird. Something blew in one of the circuits in our apartment and I could not figure it out. I got a friend to find a couple of new breakers for the box (the ones in there are thirty years old), changed the chief suspect but nothing happened.
Meanwhile, the weather got mean and I was having to depend on the cats to wake me up. so I got two short runs in and that was that. I had to wait most of the day on Friday for another friend-electrician to come over and figure out that one of the neutrals had gotten loose. (what!!?) So I lost that whole day and today.
I am going to do a long run tomorrow morning. I don't care if I have to wear sweat pants and a parka.
Onward
Joe(where is the freaking Spring??!!)Nation