Sunday, August 12. 2012
Scout says hello.
Weekly recap: Monday, 6 @ 10:46; Tuesday, 5 @ 10:44; Thursday, 4 @ 10:25 and Saturday 8 @ 11:10 for a weekly total of 23 miles @ 10:50. Next week, I have 28 total miles on the schedule. That’ll be my highest weekly mileage in the history of the (my) world, so it’s daunting. However, I have a couple of things working in my favor: 28 is my favorite number and once the week is over, I start to dial back my mileage. Focus on the positive, I guess.
This deer says hello, too. We had a 20-30 second stare-down when I was finishing up a run on the Nara boardwalk last Monday. She let me walk about 10 more feet in her direction before she went bounding into the woods. Earlier, just as I was starting down the boardwalk, I came upon a small red fox. He didn’t stick around to check me out, like the deer did. He & his floofy tail took off into the bushes as soon as he saw me so no pictures.
Our first major delivery from the local CSA we joined included everything below (onions, cucumber, zucchini, squash, cauliflower, lettuce and turnips) as well as a giant bag of potatoes. Today I made two loaves of zucchini bread and only used one zucchini. Good thing I like them in salads.
Fiat 500. How cute! I sort of want one.
I always wear my compression sleeves after a long run. I don’t know if they actually do anything useful to aid recovery, some people say yes, others no, but I do know that they do make my legs feel better so I’ve made them part of my long run recovery just like stretching, rolling and refueling with fries. Unfortunately, they’re not the most fashionable thing in my wardrobe and I got two comments on them yesterday. One was from the gas station lady who told me she liked my “calf wear” and another from some dude at the bar who asked me if I played soccer. Wonder what they would have said if I’d been wearing my fancier socks?
Josh and I took a bike ride this afternoon and stopped for a short break at the Quincy Mine Hoist. Here’s a glamour shot of our bikes.
And here’s a glamour shot of me on Coal Dock Road just before a massive hill. I’m so glad we were going down instead of up.
Finally, I got up early today to watch the finish of the men’s Olympic marathon. When I started watching, Meb was way back in 18th position. By the end of the race, he worked his way through the pack to finish fourth. I’m pretty sure that he could have finished bronze, just like Deena Kastor did in Athens in 2004, if he had a a bit more real estate, but it wasn’t so. Still, Meb is awesome.
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