When something bad happens, you have three choices: let it define you, let it destroy you, or let it strengthen you.
The heart of the difference is not ability or even talent, but desire
The purpose of life is to discover and develop your gift. The meaning of life comes from sharing your gift with others. - David Viscott
Monday, December 25, 2006
I set out for 2 miles, and, oh, boy, did I fall off the wagon! 8:50 is my LT pace these days? I worked hard, and even with going around all the paddles that's all I could make? I walked a lap after that, and went for a 400m. At least that one was more or less ok, 1:44. The verdict is - I still have some residual speed left in legs, but lacking stamina.
The good part is I will be enjoying my trip home after speed work as much as running from work because it goes mostly down, with 4 small climbs (why didn't they seem to go down on the way out?).
Sunday is prescribed 2-2.5 hrs run on trails. But I woke up (late - ah, joy!) to the sound of rain and decided to wait it out - oh, the joy of been single! No reason to finish a run before everybody is up:) Just before 11 am the steady rain turned into showers, and I was off - but on roads. I studied a map and figured I might explore more of a neighborhood. I took our local road (from which our street tails) and it plunged me all the way down to the Willamette River (quickly turning from a small street into 4 lane parkway without a shoulder and a crazy traffic, especially for a Christmas Eve day). Right along the river there is a paved bike path, flat as a pancake, and I ran it out and back both ways. Through restaurants, marinas, sailing club, condominiums, OPB and other radio stations, and even Spagetti factory (I wondered if I could get fed there:)). At one point I made a wrong decision of jumping over some wired fence and my foot hit the wire, and I fell awkward, and the pain in my injured hamstring shot at me along the whole leg, just the way it did when I tore that hamstring. It took me a few minutes of limping to shake it off, but I was ok later - with a conclusion not to be stupid again. Once I passed the Steel Bridge over the river, the path ended, and I was on some parkway again, with no shoulder - again. I crossed it over and for awhile ran with traffic (yes, I know, bad me) looking for a street which name would ring a bell in my head. I was in uncharted territory and had not a slightest idea where I was. I should have taken map...
I saw a sign pointing to Lewis and Clark Law School, and I remembered that Tryon Park somehow adjusted to this school, so I took the road up...and up. Very soon I was walking amongst huge mansions and palaces with not a single soul around. Quite frankly, I felt scared and lonely. I rather be in a forest all by myself than on that street, overwhelming me with money and success display. I walked for a good 15 min and started shuffling again, still up. Eventually I crested that 1 mile climb and rolled more, and the area changed to having still big, but not as prosperous houses, later getting to normal size living places. I saw a cemetery on the side and remembered it on passing it on my way out on the other side. I even thought - that crematory could be the place my ashes will rest in peace...if I still live around by the time, what is unlikely. I hit an intersection with a road I knew, and soon turned to a familiar zone. The run ended at 2 hrs 10 min, what I'll take as 12 miles due to that hill walk. Who knows, though I mostly kept a good pace.
I don't know how you guys run roads. I don't know how I trained for and ran marathons back in days. I was tight in all the places I could imagine. I swallowed a sandwich with a cup of coffee, poured myself a glass of Irish Cream over ice and soaked in a bathtub, followed by a nap with Charlie...I might like this single living way too much if it continues:)
On the fun part, my girlfriend picked me up on Saturday and we went shopping (for her), then to her place, searching through her closet and talking and laughing. She dropped me home later, and it was quiet - I felt like Stephen should come out of the room any time now. On Sunday after the whole wandering in an area ordeal I took Charlie and we walked 2 miles to our other Russian friend's house for a party - we may not celebrate Christmas, but we'll take any reasoning to get together. We are a family to each other here, and cherish it. The host family have two boys ages 18 and 22, and they are smart and interesting conversationalists! I am not sure one could discuss Hamlet and Dostoevski with many other young men. Oleg and Stephen enjoyed their stay in Seattle with birthday party, Jacuzzi, climbing gym and friends. We met later that evening when they drove in to pick me up, and they even had time to spend at the party.
Monday rolled around and the schedule called for a day off. After 4 hrs wandering around the house I couldn't take my un-awoken body anymore and hopped on a stationary bike for 45 min, while Oleg mounted a weight bench and set up an excercise area in the garage. Stephen and I joined him - and he killed us! With CrossFit inspired weight training for 30 min, all those pull ups, jumps, sudden liftings and weird unusual for my body things I was toast. I could hardly take a shower after that! Especially my forearms were swollen, having never done anything. With Oleg there is not a chance to fake workout, he is some personal trainer! He is off for a run now, and I can relax at the blog:) After he is back - we are going to search for still opened Christmas tree places to buy a Fur Tree for our New Year's celebrations and decorate the house. For tomorrow we plan to go cross-country ski to Mt. Hood area and see new Rocky Balboa movie. Love vacations! Wish Alex were here with us:( Just a bit longer...
Yes, of course, and Merry Christmas!