Week 8: Long Run

Yesterday was a good day. We woke up and helped out with the 3-4yr olds during the 930 and 1130 services at Celebration. At 130 we went home and I had just enough time to get in my run before returning at 4 to help set up for the Revolve party that night after and help out with the lighting during the 630 service. Then, just when I almost had enough time to sit down for a second, we realized no one had started cooking for the party, so I got the opportunity to dust off my charcoal skills and cook up burgers for the party. I've not slept that hard in a while. I've also not felt more that I've earned the sleep than yesterday. It was nice finally finding some people who would let us serve them.

I really feel like one of the great sorrows in life isn't that we've not been blessed, but that we've been offered thousands of blessings and turned them all down.

Onto my run...

Today was the long run of the week. I had a 10k on the books. It was warm and sunny and I'd missed a pace race the day before, so I decided to go a bit longer today. I grabbed Teddy (or rather he grabbed his leash and followed me) and headed out for 30 minutes, turned around and made it about a mile back before Teddy stopped and plopped down in the shade refusing to move.

At this point I'm not so much worried about the run as I am about how to get us back to the house in the next 45 minutes without carrying him. I ended up letting him drink the rest of my water out of my hand and walk/jogging home. Evidently he recovered the last mile because when we turned the corner to our street, he took off. I'd say it was a good run all around.

Ironically enough, this morning I got an article forwarded to me out of the blue by a guy I work with. It was about how some researchers think that before we had weapons, we used to kill our food by running them to death. Teddy, buddy, I think you may be done with long runs until this winter.