On Saturday, our Portland Fit run was “just ten miles”. It’s an important milestone in any beginner’s marathon training program when you get to say that. “Oh, ten miles, pshaw!”
The route was an out-and-back up Thurman and Leif Erikson. So the first five miles were all uphill. Without winding myself, I still managed to do them at a pace a little under 10 minutes/mile. Progress! I am still getting faster and there is still some hope for a four hour marathon in October. I clocked a 7:12 mile on the fastest part coming back down, again trying not to wind myself. (Though I probably did, a little.) My legs never felt that great, the whole time.
After that, I went home and napped, because I knew I had a long day ahead of me. Around two, I drove down to Eugene, arriving around four at a park on the Willamette where an old friend was getting married. It was a nice ceremony (non-religious, no “till death do we part” morbidity) but I had pretty much forgotten to eat anything after the run, and I was dying to get to the reception and get my hands on some food.
It turned out they also had this stuff called “alcohol” at the reception, which was a real novelty, apparently common in these parts. I had a great time until midnight, hanging out with some folks I hadn’t seen in a loooooooooong time (and many who I haven’t seen since I beat my social anxiety issues, not that long ago) then headed back home to Portland.
Sunday mid-morning I did the kayak lesson. Fun! I capsized twice and the instructor was very enthusiastic about that, saying it meant I was really pushing the edge like I was supposed to. I was just psyched that the Oakley Flak Jacket sunglasses I was stupidly wearing didn’t pop off either time. (Oh, and that I didn’t drown, and that I was good at shimmying back into the boat.)
Then I made leeeetle mini-quiches for a potluck (that’s how you can tell I’m gay, for those keeping score). It was nice spending some time really cooking; it’s been a while. They came out good.
Last night (Monday), I joined my usual Monday-night group for a six mile run, pleasant enough.