Last night was our weekly Group Run night. Dawn didn’t feel terribly well so she didn’t come out running. Krista’s leg had given her trouble after the relay, so she skipped the run to go pick up wedding pictures instead. Yolanda’s knee was giving her trouble, and she only showed up because she owed Krista money. Linda had a sore knee too, so Yolanda and Linda joined Dawn’s newbie Chris with her tightly wrapped knee and they made quite a trio. We decided that next year, if they go together as a relay team, they will call themselves “Tightly Wound”.
I ? *I* had WAY too much energy. Boing, boing boing…
*I* had not gone for a long run in over two weeks, and the 4k race on the weekend was just not enough. I had a slightly tight hamstring that needed a good, solid run and I wanted it NOW. Linda and Yolanda took turns running with me and we looped back for Chris and either Y or L frequently. When we ran down the Holly Park Hill in front of the Ukranian church I zipped down with a big “wheeeeee” and then ran up and down it again, while the mummy-knees carefully descended.
It was dark, so we stuck together as we crossed the Langevin bridge by the homeless drop-in centre. Once we cleared that long block, I decided it was fartlek time for me and ran ahead in small bits and then loop back. Gord Himself joined us somewhere around Prince’s Island, and we chatted as we surged ahead and looped back, surged and looped. I told him if I didn’t loop back the girls would gossip, but that wasn’t true. I just didn’t want them to think I was showing off or forgetting about them.
I didn’t really push the pace (because I wasn’t showing off, see), just kept it at a decent pace for conversation and Gord and I chatted about kids and Halloween and what the Penguins are up to. I was breathless by the top of the Curling Club stairs, but recovered quickly and then we headed back to the store.
It was absolutely gorgeous out. Warmer than it had been for a lot of our June runs. Even after dark, we all hung around outside in our shorts. I had taken off my jacket before the run and forgot it there.
So there’s my boring ol’ Tuesday training run post. Now, if you’d like to read about some fantastic Penguin Athletes’ recent efforts, go read Ellie’s and Linae’s accounts of their triathlons!
All Downhill From Here 