The week began with it all laid out in front of me — and you, as well. I was pushing for about 20 miles, but mostly focused on getting in a long run yesterday — Saturday. I had planned to do my weekend favorite: a hilly 6-mile out-and-back in my neighborhood.
The 6-miler takes me to the far side of the subdivision’s reservoir, which everyone romatically calls The Lake, then back along the wooded, paved running paths which wind their way to my street.
I love this run for a number of reasons. First, when we moved here almost five years ago, I hadn’t really gotten back into running since having my girls. I tried, but it never really stuck. I thought the subdivision’s paved paths would be the thing to make it stick. I imagined all of these unknown adventures awaiting me as I tried to find my way from path to street and path, then home again.
I imagined long runs along The Lake as my former runner self. Mostly, I imagined this one run — the 6-miler — as something I would do every Saturday or Sunday morning.
I honestly don’t remember the first time I did this run. I think it was about two years ago, training for my first half-marathon after taking several years off to have babies and saying I was too busy to be a runner again. But I did it at some point during that training. I walked some of it, probably more than I realize, and I remember when I didn’t have to walk any of it. I did it every Saturday for a while. Then, as races would come and go, so would my running regularity of this route.
I still long to do this run every Saturday or Sunday, regardless of whether I’m training for a race. I can’t tell you why this route has that hold over me. There’s just something about it I love. I typically do it early in the morning before too many people are up walking their dog or driving somewhere. I pass a few neighborhood regulars — strangers all but for those early Saturdays along the path. Sometimes it’s humid and muggy, and I hate it. Sometimes it’s cold and I never quite feel like I warm up. But some days it’s just right, with a smattering of mist and the right the temperature.
I’m at day 55 of running this year — daily running — and I have to confess to you that I have not tackled this run, my run, yet. I’ve used winter as the excuse, as well as that I’m building up my mileage slowly to avoid injury, so I can complete this goal of running every day. I believe myself when I think these things — and when I say them outloud.
But they are excuses.
My plan for Saturday was to do it, finally, with no more excuses. At least, that was the plan I laid out last Sunday. I typed out that plan completely forgetting one minor detail: My husband would be out of town Friday through Saturday night. Him being away means I had the kids to myself both days with no opportunity to get outside and run, much less tackle that run.
However, as luck would have it, my man will be back by the time you’re reading this. And Saturday morning was really, really cold. And rainy. But Sunday, here in the ‘burbs of don’t-like-the-weather-then-wait-a-minute-Central Virginia? By mid-afternoon it will be near 60. I won’t make the early morning part of this run that I have come to love because we’ll be enjoying a family-style breakfast feast planned by my 6-year-old (to celebrate her Dad’s pinball championship homecoming), but I do have a date to hit this route around 2 or 3 Sunday afternoon — just when the spring-like temps will be at their peak.
And I certainly hope to compare the afternoon version of this run to the early-morning version from here on out.
That’s the plan. But, as you know, the best laid plans often go awry.
Running log below. Have a great week. I’ll be back to check in Wednesday.
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