Anyway, the Dead Blog World you are, here is a blurb (that is not an awesome-race-related or destination-vacation-related).
Since my Mt. Mitchel power-hike didn't take out of me in terms of muscle recovery, I was back in the gym on Monday, however, I had an aversion to running for the whole week, but that was mental. I just hated the idea of it so much. But volunteering at Nueces trail races (photos) was fun as usual (where, by the way, one of young gals came to thanks me for "helping out so much at every Tejas trail race, and how do you know so much valuable info??"), Larry ran a 50k, and his son Harrison did his first 10k, and we all enjoyed out time out with friends (as I mentioned in my previous post, this is how you curb your appetite for community, right?".
Anyway, last week I only worked my 2nd job on 2 days, and that allowed me to buckle down, eat super-clean, workout a lot (4 hot yoga, 4 weight lifting sessions, 2 Stairstepper sessions, 4 runs) - and dropped 4 lbs, eased into my jeans (sigh) and can actually find some upper part of a "6-pack" if look hard:)
It will be a different week now, but I am down with working hard - I don't know it any other way anyway (as Meredith Terranova put it in our coffee date and her recall of the Ultra-Man she just successfully finished - I can't live without structure). Bottom line is, I want people to know that:
a) I don't suffer when get "on a program and don't have fun" - in my life there is much crap always had been and is happening that I can't control that controlling something makes me feel safe, and I do like structure (almost military) and fewer choices in anything
b) I let myself go "more wild" when I visit friends, travel away from home and stuff like that, than regardless what my stomach accepts or what my training schedule says, all goes to hell, and I just live
It works for me.
Our bathroom renovation should start this week. I can't wait to have it clean, clear and not 50 years old style, even if still tiny.
It rained on Saturday, and I ran in a rain for 2 hrs. Despite being wiped out of low-calory-consumption-high-intensity week, I enjoyed my slog in the Oregon-like weather tremendously. It felt like home.
I miss Oregon.
I miss Black Saturdays Ronda had started, again, in the Gorge (2-3M hill repeats with 5,000+ feet of gain in a 20 miler).
I miss my grown-up, completely not-bragging-kind boys (probably as kids, not as they are now so much, and our times together, hiking, backpacking, exploring, hugging...before all the problems arrived).
Thank God Larry and I are on the same page for so many things, and I am one lucky woman to get a second chance at love in life.