Last weekend, for my last long run before the race, I headed out from my mom's house in the Sierra Nevada foothills and attempted to run to my dad's cemetery plot.
Except, I'd forgotten just how *hilly* the foot-*hills* can be.
|This picture doesn't do it justice, but this is the top of a long gradual hill.|
|This is what passes for road-running in Penryn, California.|
Unfortunately, I had a hard time deadline, regardless of the distance I'd completed.
I needed to get cleaned up and attend my niece's honor choir concert (the entire Sacramento area has one California Music Educators Association honor choir and, Niece had earned a spot -- she was the only one who made it through the auditions and rigorous practice schedule from her school). So, running be damned, I wasn't *about* to be late to her concert.
Thankfully, Mom and step-dad had been planning to pick me up at the cemetery, so I just called them and asked them to pick me up about 2 miles short, calling it at 1h55 of running (and a non-trivial amount of uphill hiking) for 8.26 miles including 922 feet of ascent and 628 feet of descent. It was wonderful to reacquaint myself with and enjoy the beautiful rural landscapes of my childhood. Also, I felt that the effort and time on my feet were just about perfect for the last run before a half marathon, so I didn't really mind that it was short on distance.
Bonus, the roses I'd bought to leave at dad's headstone that my mom and step-dad were supposed to bring ended up going to the performer. I couldn't help but think that papabear was very pleased with the outcome, because truly, he was the reason his granddaughter received roses at her performance. It was his gift to her. And she was very happy to receive them. Apparently, receiving roses at choir performances is cool.
On the workout front, the week was actually reasonably decent: 24+ miles on my feet including about 6 miles pure walking, the hilly 8 miler, a decent 3 mile progression run that averaged 10:27 and finished with the last mile at 9:54, and a few easier efforts plus a short 35 minute recumbant bike effort.
Since then, I've fit in 15 minutes pre-massage on the treadmill with my mom at her gym in the retirement village (I've never felt so conspicuously fit!), and a short 4ish miles today. If nothing else, I'll definitely be nice and relaxed (can we call it tapered?) on Sunday.