Sometimes you just need a few days off. Summer hit, and with our schedules being what they were, we just never got around to booking any out-of-town trips for our week off. And then we realized: we live in an awesome city, have an awesome yard, and really just needed some time to relax. This is what we did.
Sunday July 21
I woke to the haunting knowledge that not only was this my last day off work for a while, but that I was facing a big long run in less than an hour. At least it was cool and slightly drizzly –great for running and even better for getting over the end-of-vacation blues.
The marathon training goes on, vacation, staycation or otherwise. Were I off in some exotic location I’m sure I could easily convince myself to put the training on hold, but… well… I’m not. And the crew was relying on me to lead the charge yet again.
We scaled back a bit this week. One week ago I was lamenting the pain and triumph of a thirty-two kilometer long run. This morning, we were pondering the the change in perception we were all experiencing thinking of our impending twenty-three kilometer dash as a “short” Sunday run.
That’s right. Twenty three seemed short this morning. My brain has officially betrayed me.
The day was perfect, though. There was a bit of a drizzle to start, a rain that disappeared before we could get too wet but that kept everything nice and cool for the first hour and some.
We dived into the river valley at about six klicks in and stumbled into an in-progress half-marathon (one I knew was happening but hadn’t bothered to check the route).
We dashed over to Hawrelack Park, climbed some stairs back out of the valley, scooted past the University, and swooped once more along Fort Edmonton park before weaving our way back home.
By the time we’d finished we’d run a little faster than planned, but everyone felt strong and solid, and a little more confident about the marathon in five weeks.
And I –despite not having written a check-in-post in a few months– dragged my virtual race distance past the nine-hundred and twenty-five klick mark on the year.
I got home around noon and the girls were having a much lazier morning than me.
We decided to go out and get some lunch. No one felt like cooking, so… yeah. Boston Pizza it was.
And then we felt a little bit more guilty and a little bit more responsible and so we hit the grocery store on the way home for some healthier options and some BBQ ingredients for supper later.
By the time we got home it was full-on summer. (Guilt-mode: Active)
I had checked and inflated the tires and was prepping my camera for the ride and the neighbours came out on their bikes too. By the time we all set off it was one big rendezvous at the playground and another (more impromptu) block party.
But we set off on our own again, and did a wider tour of the hood, adding to Claire’s collection of summer stay-cation cuts, bruises, memories, and more before going back home and putting our feet up for one last quiet evening.
Uh… well, maybe not: dinner, laundry, bath time, a hoard of wired kids, and a couple blog posts to write. Nine days went by pretty fast: and how cliche is that?