Yesterday I busted out the Camelbak (I had to wash it first, since I hadn’t used it since early summer), figured out what to wear, stashed a Clif bar in my pocket, and ran eleven miles. Now to some, that may seem like a lot. To others it may seem like a walk in the park. It felt just right for me yesterday. It was not a hot day. It was 36 degrees when I hit the road. That made dressing right a challenge. It wasn’t cold enough to warrant an insulated hat but it was windy. Would I need a vest under my wind layer? What about gloves? I bagged the vest, went with the gloves, and had a great run.
There was a half marathon in Shelburne today. I had considered running that, but ended up bagging it. The eleven yesterday was the substitute. Well, it wasn’t really a substitute. It was just a longish run on a fine day. My wife ran the half marathon. I stayed home to bake bread and let my children sleep in. Today was the truly fine day. Can you say September day? My plan was to run a short one today, maybe three or four miles, just to get out there. But with the bread baking and putting the last of the garden beds to sleep and raking and clearing some crap out of the basement and storing the summer furniture and making and apple pie and the rest of it, I just plain forgot. I have been so used to running in the morning that afternoon came and I forgot all about it.
So I got in nothing today. The long run felt good, however. My plan is to do that again next weekend. Sorter runs during the week, then eleven again on Saturday. Maybe I will plan to take Sunday off this time. That means rising early Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. I will take Thursday off since I have to head out to work way early. Then Sunday off. That sounds about right. I am aiming for 30 miles per week for a while. I may just register for the marathon in Burlington this month, before it fills up. Six months ought to be enough time to train for it, for Mercury’s sake, so I should be fine with that.
Now that I am less nimble–I trained for my first marathon in 60 days–I need to take it easier. But I do not mean to plod along like an old man for the next several months. Build up slowly so I don’t get injured (again), run the marathon in May, then the Vermont 50 in September. Sounds like a plan to me.