Date: 09/19/09 07:00 AM
Distance: 6.17 miles
Speed: 6.1 mph
Pace: 9' 48 min/mile
My perceived effort is WAY off at the moment.
Yesterday's run with the track club was out at Harbor Island. I thought I was keeping it slow, perhaps about an 11 minute mile average. I really didn't feel the need to go fast or push hard. I thought I was just sort of cruising. I ran with different people since everyone had different mileage agendas, 6 through 10 miles. I only wanted to do 6 miles. I don't have a Garmin (not yet, I'm seriously thinking about it), but a GPS application on my cell phone, so I can't constantly monitor my pace, unless I stop, take the phone out of my arm band, open it just to read it, which takes too long. When I finished my run and checked my stats, most of my splits are in the nines. Perhaps ignorance is bliss? I wonder if I would have slowed down if I knew my actual pace? I was surprised. Happy and surprised.
I normally don't stop at the water station(s) that the track club sets up for us. The water station is usually where someone is taking pictures for this summer training session. I never stop because I have a hard time getting myself going again. Everyone else stops and has great pictures and group shots. Not me. *sigh* I lose momentum when I stop. Perhaps it's just as well. I'm usually hot and sweaty.
Here's Michael's picture at the first water station, around mile 3:
Since I had to wait for Michael to return after the run, someone decided it was a good time for a photo op with the people who remained:
After the photo op, we waited, and waited some more. No Michael. We were beginning to worry a little. It turns out that he decided to go the longer route, about 10 miles, and on the way back he had some stomach issues and had to make several pit-stops along the way. He was the last one in. He wasn't looking so great, a bit pale and hot. Luckly, there was still plenty of electrolyte drink left and he was able down several ounces before we went home. It wasn't anything he did while running or anything he ate the day before. He has the flu. One of his employees was out last week with the flu and I guess Michael has the same thing.
This morning our grandson informed us that he "throwed up" and that his stomach was confused. The little guy is doing OK, but he's still not his active self. I hope no one else gets sick. I sure don't want a confused stomach. Michael is feeling better, but is being cautious about what he's eating.
The annual Powerboat Races were held at Mission Bay over the weekend. It was rather noisy in the neighborhood from time to time. I actually contemplated dragging out the ladder just to get on the roof to see a few races, but I didn't want to do that by myself. Getting up onto the roof isn't an issue. It's getting down. I'd like NOT to fall off of the roof, thankyouverymuch. It would totally screw up my running... and everything else. I did get to see a few boats race by within the small view of the bay that we do have from house level.
With a Little Luck - Paul McCartney & Wings - Miss Rachel