I'm continuing with my crazy-assed plan of running 22 miles every Sunday for a while to see what will happen (any guesses as to what will happen? It starts with "I" and ends with "njury"). I got up at 4:45 am so I could get my run done before Daniel and Sònia where up and around. Hmmm, one of the signs of addiction is hiding the behavior-- maybe I'll start hiding my long runs in toilet tanks and behind books in the bookshelf...
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Anyway, Daylight Savings Time is over so I kind of got up at 5:45 am my time, so it wasn't as horrible. If you're finding that you're not on time for anything today, you might need to adjust your watch!
The trail was silent, no one on it at first. Last week I was dodging bikers and other runners the whole way, today I was alone for long stretches. I found it very easy to stay concentrated on my environment, being in the moment. I found that this got progressively harder to maintain as I got more tired. But I was pleased with how easily I got it back. At the very beginning of the Capital Crescent Trail I saw an animal moving around by the trail ahead in the darkness. I tried to figure out what it was and was pretty much right on top of it when I realized it was a young deer. The deer just looked at me. I just did my "Hi Deer, you stay over there and I'll stay over here and this is going to turn out just fine" bit. It never really moved away.
I was cooking today. Last week I finished this route in 3:31 and today I finished in just 3:13-- 17 minutes faster! Part of this is that I know the trail better and missed one false turn (though I still made a different wrong turn). Part of it is that I know I can do this distance and I was confident that I could press the pedal a little more. But I have to think that part of the improvement was simply that I have improved: I'm actually a little faster. Fast enough that I was running 8:59 miles the whole 22 miles. A few months back I could only sustain 10:00 miles for about 12 miles. I am feeling smug.
As far as National Novel Writing Month, I squeaked out 366 words yesterday-- not 1,667. Sigh. Being a dad cuts into this kind of thing. But I have a story! It's gonna have it all-- runnin' and meditatin' and goin' to them meetins' (I've been watching that palurda Palin and now my "g's" don't work) And I've made a decision-- I'm going to have to give up my reading club coordination duties for the month. Basically that will make the time necessary to get this thing finished off. I had a blast doing this last year, and I am looking forward to getting my word count going this afternoon when I get a little time alone-- as long as I don't fall asleep from my run as soon as I'm by myself.