I left the company Christmas party rather early on Friday night, I was tired and restless, and just felt like spending the rest of the evening at home.
On Saturday I spent part of the day with my wife, she managed to get me to open up a bit and talk about what I had on my heart, no easy task believe me. At 14:45 I met three ladies from my running club at our trailhead for a run. If you read my post last week two of them are training for a marathon in March. We did the normal 11K loop, getting back just in time to head out again with the main group. Two of the ladies that I ran the first loop with eventually fell behind with a couple other runners, they decided to stay with their long run pace. I decided to move on ahead with the mid-pack group.
Afterward I stayed a bit and chatted with different folks, I knew I wouldn't see some of them until after Christmas. I also enquired about my running buddy who hadn't showed up that evening. A mutual friend said that her cold had gotten worse so she decided to rest a couple days.
After church on Sunday the bathroom scales convinced me to head out for another run. My wife wanted to work on a project management course she is taking, so I had her blessing to take my time, so I decided to drive to Weingarten and run an hour on my hilly route. As I drove there I mapped out the route that I wanted to take in my head, nothing for the weak at heart!
I arrived at my trailhead, it was a balmy 9°C/48°F and the sun tried its best to shine from behind the clouds. I set my Garmin, turned on my iShuffle, and warmed up with a relatively flat kilometer before heading up the first hill. As I chugged upwards my legs warmed up and my breathing increased, but I reached the top without discomfort. I wound my way back down the hill and headed up the asphalt road to the top - this is a more direct (i.e. steep) way to the top. As I reached the top for the second time I headed down another path to the south, a rather steep descent that I could feel in the knees, albeit without any discomfort.
About two-thirds the way down I reached my next destination, a relatively short climb, but with a severe grade, the kind that sucks the will out of the weak-hearted. I was red-lining by the time I reached the top, but quickly caught my breath as I headed back down the mountain (hill for you north-westerner's).
When I reached the bottom I headed up the other side of the small valley on a longer, gentler climb that wound its way back to the top of the plateau. This climb was refreshing, I passed several horseback riders heading down, we exchanged greetings as I passed. Once I reached the plateau at the top, you guessed it, down I went again. The next climb was the second steepest of the day and about twice as long as the steeper once mentioned prior. By the time I reached the top I was about tapped out and breathing like I had just run up a long flight of stairs!
I circled around a small loop at the top of the plateau until my breathing returned to a safe level and made my way down the mountain. I was well past my "hour" of running, so decided to cut off on a side trail that let back up the mountain. Somehow this last climb seemed easier and I was back on top before I knew it. I headed over the plateau and down the mountain towards my car. My body felt that we were heading home and my step grew light, I picked up the pace and "flew" down the mountain for the last time.
I ended up running about 15 km (9.5 mi.), with at least 5-6 good climbs in 1 hour 42 minutes, a pretty good pace for this time of year. But what was more important with this run was that I had time to think while I was out there, there is no better therapy then running muddy forest trails. Between various discussions with my wife and some time talking with my creator I think I have found the answers to some of my worries.
Later I called my running buddy to see how she was doing. Her cold is much better, but she is going to rest a few more days. We are planning on meeting some other friends on Friday and do a run together, I'm looking forward to it.
I thank those that responded to my last post, you guys are the reason I keep writing this blog, thank you! I have since talked with the friend and I sense the warmth returning, I only need to work at finding balance in this part of my life. Sometimes through my enthusiasm I over do it in one area of my life or another, this is the extremist part of me. I was never the type to half-do something, I either did it or I didn't, all or nothing. Whether it is with running or with friends, I'm in it for the entire journey and don't hold back. But with some runs you have to pace yourself or you won't finish the race, with some friendships too.