Last week was pretty typical: mostly alternating days of running on the treadmill and biking on my rollers.
Friday I picked up Conor in Ann Arbor and headed down to Oberlin to meet up with Everett and everyone else in the world who’s there for winter term. Saturday morning we jaunted through DB4 (~26 min). It was just like old times. No one from the current team was with us because they had the Baldwin Wallace meet, so it really could have been a run from my sophomore-senior year: just Conor, Everett, and me. Not much has changed on that run, which is comforting. Oberlin still looks good. We went to the meet and watched people tear it up (like Clara destroying everyone in the 800 in a way that makes me jealous). I still get jittery at meets, even two years later. Sunday morning we were supposed to run alpaca, but it was cold and rainy so Conor and Everett didn’t want to go. Instead I biked and lifted when I got home.
I realized when I was down there that I didn’t die when running outside. Granted it was like 40 and pretty nice, plus I had Conor and Everett, but still, I survived. So today when I got home from work and watching a movie, I decided to go running. It was like 10:30 and dark out, but I donned all my winter clothes (it was like 29, still warmer than during my marathon, yet at that point I was wearing only my Oberlin singlet) which are all black and headed out for an easy 5 miles. I don’t have a watch right now, so I don’t time runs, but it was pretty quick. I did almost sprain my ankle slipping on ice when I jumped off of curbs I had mounted to avoid cars, but it didn’t happen. Reflective vests are for wimps. Did my pilates when I got back too, got to maintain my figure after all.
John, excellent job. Not sure about the cheese grits. I have been talking a lot of smack about the commencement 5k (Graham put money on you to win, but we’ll see if Ryan or I, or Conor or Everett if they show up, can put the hurt on you). Maybe I should back off though, given that your half marathon was 5 minutes faster than my pr. I was standing right next to Clara when you called, if I had known it was you I would likely have let out a whoop of delight, but she didn’t inform us that it was you, or your time, until after she hung up.
Time to grab some zzzs