So, like, some kids at school, like, are totally cool, and like, Ash wants to, like, mimic them, like, all the time, and it is like, driving me insane. He's also decided that it's like, not cool to like, brush his hair, so now when I approach him with the comb, he like, runs away, and tells me in, like, a totally condenscending way, "M-ooo-ooo-ooom, I want my hair to be like, cool, Mom. Brushing my hair is like, so not cool."
He's freaking four years old!
Back to our regularly scheduled programming:
But first, Happy Mother's Day to all my fellow mothers out there!
Saturday morning, Ash and I make it up to Kiera's on time, whereupon Kiera and I dash out for a quick four miles. Okay, supposed to be a quick four miles, but it turned into a HOT and SLOW four miles. But we did it. I told Kiera all about my family's Mother's Day Brunch I was going to after our run, and how I had just realized that morning that it's at a golf resort, which means - duh! - I should dress up somewhat for it! I had grabbed a comfy, cute, pink-and-white striped dress to wear, and I told Kiera how it's low-cut, so I was going to wear a sports bra under it. "A sports bra?!" Kiera was incredulous. One does not wear a sports bra under a nice dress to a golf resort.
Once back at Kiera's, I hopped in the shower for a quick rinse, then donned the sports bra and dress. Upon showing Kiera how it really wasn't a horrible idea, she decides the so-called sports bra is actually more of a cami-type thing, and deems it worthy.
On on the way up to Mesa, I ate a chocolate zbar to hold me over. About halfway up, Kiera texted me, "A bralet. Not a sports bra. Not a cami. A bralet." Apparently, she researched it. Once I arrive at the golf resort, I look down at my bralet and dress, and realize there are chocolate crumbs all over both. I step out of the car and attempt to wipe them off, to no avail. The chocolate had embedded itself all over the front of my adorable dress. ARGH!
In the middle of the golf resort parking lot, I throw denim shorts on under my dress, and then thank the stars I wore a sports bra - excuse me, bralet. I take off my dress - yes, in the middle of the parking lot - and throw on my Cinco de Mayo 10k t-shirt. At least I had a change of clothes with me!
Sadly, Ash and I were the only ones in shorts and t-shirts. My whole family - boys and girls alike - were dressed up. But at least Ash and I matched!
After the brunch, we went to my mom's house and played in the pool. Ash was completely exhausted and slept the whole way home.
Saturday evening, I had an excellent carbo-loading dinner at Gavi. I slept in Sunday morning, and took my time getting ready for my long run. This was my first completely unsupported long run - during my last two training cycles, Johnny and Ash would come out and play while I ran. I usually built my routes so that at various points throughout the run, I would be able to access Johnny and Ash. They'd keep extra water and food handy - they were my roving aid stations. Plus, it just feels good to know that throughout a long run, I'll be able to check in with people. So I was feeling slightly intimidated about this run.
On Friday morning, I had asked Johnny for a recommendation on a 10 mile run on the mountain, knowing that he's an encyclopedia of Tucson trail knowledge. He suggested an out-and-back using trails I've run before, and three miles of dirt road that I love. Neither one of us actually consulted anything for the total mileage on this route.
As I was getting ready, I realized I didn't have any gels. Oops. I also debated how much water I should take, and how - use a camelback and if so, which one? Use handhelds? Use my waist pack? I decided on using one 24-ounce water bottle in my waist pack, which meant I had to wear my bike shorts (I can't wear regular shorts with this waist pack, because it makes them ride up, argh!). The new red singlet Ash and Johnny got me for Mother's Day fit perfectly, and was just right length-wise with these shorts. I managed to squeeze everything I wanted to bring with me into the small pocket in the pack.
I headed out and decided to stop by an Albertson's grocery store on the way - I had discovered gels at another Albertson's in town and hoped the one on the way to the mountain would have some as well. And they did, YAY!!!
I got started on my run at about 11:15. I was surprised at how many people were on the trails. It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm. It was so awesome to be running - okay, hiking - in trees. I made it up the first 1.6 rather quickly and headed over to the dirt road. Three miles up, up, up at an incline that is perfect for running down and perfectly wrong for running up. Slight enough that I felt like I should be running, but too steep to actually run for long. But I did my best. It was at this point I turned on my iPod shuffle, keeping the music down low enough that I could still hear cars approaching, birds chirping and the wind through the trees. I found having the music was a life-saver. I usually spend my runs in the woods alone worrying over what bear might be hiding behind what tree, and the music took the edge off - instead of worrying about what was out there to get me, my brain sang along with the music. It was a perfect distraction. It also helped to keep me going at times when I wanted to slow down.
I realized I probably didn't bring enough water with me, and tried to drink judiciously. I also started wondering about the actual mileage on this route. I made it to the top of the road. A mountain biker was studying his map at at the point where the trail to my turnaround and water leaves the road, and I asked him if he was headed down that way. He was. I took off in front of him knowing he'd be by to pass me soon enough. I pulled off to tie my shoes tighter at a switchback where old and new trails intersect. I thought my spot was good - he could see me, wouldn't hit me, and he'd also be sure to ride the correct way down. Well, he saw me, he didn't hit me, but he rode the wrong way. I thought maybe he did it on purpose? I thought to call out to him, but he was in deep concentration and had seemed a little put off at the top when I talked to him. So I shrugged and went on my merry way. Made it to the turnaround, filled up my water and headed back up the trail. I felt bad, thinking he most likely meant to come down and I should have said something. Sure enough, about half way back up, he came down. He didn't say a word to me.
I made it up to the road and started the three-mile gentle descent, weaving back and forth across the road to make the most use of sporadic shade. I really started thinking about the total mileage and realized that this route was definitely longer than 10 miles, and I definitely didn't bring enough water.
My quads were shot by the time I made it down to the 1.6 miles of trail that would take me to my car. I was in pain and out of water, but feeling good. I hobbled my way down this trail, hoping I wouldn't fall off the steep mountainside. Not much running happened here! I made it back to the trailhead and slowly walked to my car.
I did it. I was so proud of myself! It was such a fun run and I did it unsupported and didn't get lost! I was severely dehydrated and my electrolytes were WAY off. I was naseous and hot and my fingers were fat sausages. I made my way to the general store in the small community on the top of the mountain and picked up chocolate milk and pretzels. I didn't want to eat or drink, but I forced myself to slowly consume it, knowing it would be best for me. I perked up about 45 minutes later.
Ash and Johnny took me to a favorite greek restaurant for Mother's Day dinner, which was a perfect way to end a wonderful weekend. Johnny and I discussed the total mileage, and it turns out I ran 11.6!!! (For a total of 27 miles this week, WOO HOO!!!!) Ash and I went home and I rubbed Icy Hot all over my tired, sore legs - oh! it was wonderful!
This morning, I'm not too sore. I definitely feel it, but it's not painful sore, it's achy sore. I'm looking forward to more running this week (around all the out-of-town meetings - can't wait for those to be over!). No yoga though, due to those meetings. I'll need to remember to stretch at home.