We had a great run in the beginning. Running in the rain was fine. Cool and refreshing actually. No big deal. We ran through Mount Pleasant Cemetery, stopping only now and then to look at a cool grave (PM Mackenzie King with little fan fare but a lot of coins on his tomb), fix a shoe, have a drink of gaterade. I got totally lost. I thought we were going to come up near Mt.Pleasant or Bayview but we had done a complete circle and came out back on Yonge! I felt so disoriented! It didn't matter though. We didn't really have a route to follow and it was so pretty and well canopied.
I felt fine throughout.
At around 13 km, I thought about my right hamstring, just checking in, and that is when it started to really hurt. What if I hadn't thought about it? Would I have noticed the ache? I tried to think about how my other hamstring felt, to try to change my focus. Barely worked.
Since Glynis ran to pick me up, I ran her home then came back to my home. I really wanted my watch to be the same as Glynis's so I ran around the block 1 1/2 times until it said 19 km. My right hamstring was really starting to seize up though. Man, I'm stubborn, or is it called dedicated?
Being a few minutes late (I was running/power walking the last bit), I jumped in the car, drove to pick up daughter #1 from school. Stretched for a few minutes at the gas station as I was pumping $100.00 into my car (seriously $100 !!) then drove her to her friend's house. Jumped back into the car (with a protein bar) and raced to my son's hockey game. Came home and had a shower and some real food.
Finished the laundry, changed bed sheets, then went and saw daughter #2's art show at her camp.
After camp, helped daughter #2 re-fold all her t-shirts which were thrown in her drawers, picked up daughter #1 at her friend's house, continued with laundry and helped WONDERFUL husband who made dinner for everyone.
I feel tired, a bit sore, but accomplished.
That's what being dedicated feels like.
:)
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