Well, I've been busy, sort of. I'm still looking for a job and telephone interviews have whacked my schedule somewhat, and also something more fun...fortunately, this is supposed to be an easy week anyway, though perhaps not this easy.
Wednesday
This was a bit of a breakthrough for me. We were supposed to do 4 min repeats; last week was 3 min and those were really tough for some reason. I've lost a fair bit of speed, like I've done the past two summers (exception being any distance under a minute, lol), and that's a bit discouraging. However, it's been at least a few weeks since I've done speedwork: have to start somewhere.
Wednesday was hot and humid too. It was supposed to rain. I can't remember if it actualy did; might have been for only a few minutes. Oh, well. At least it was nice and overcast...until I stepped out my door and headed off for my run. I turned round the corner at the end of the block and the sun came out. This has happened more than once to me this summer and it's highly annoying. Plus, it hadn't rained enough to clear the humidity, so the humidex was pretty high. I was not looking forward to the workout.
My jog to run club was ok--very slow--and then I met up with the group and we ran to the workout site and then around for a bit to 'warm up'...I could barely keep up with them while sticking to an easy effort. I was astonished how hard I seemed to be working already. It was an easy decision, then, to not worry about pace during the workout--I would aim for a certain level of effort and try to maintain it. And if I did the minimum of repeats, that would be fine too. I got through that ok, feeling a little nauseated, and then I saw a friend on the street whom I hadn't seen for a long time. That was pretty exciting. She was off to work, so we chatted for only a minute or two, and then I figured, what the hey, might as well do the next repeat, and I did, and also the final one after that, which was perhaps the fastest because I almost kept up with a faster runner in the group.
So that was pretty exciting. I didn't think I'd be able to push myself that far, but I guess my brain is wimpier than I thought it was. It's fine to jog in hot weather (the humidex during that workout was in the mid-30s at least), but I feel so crappy when I push it. I keep forgetting that I have one advantage--I've had heat exhaustion. I've pushed myself through hot weather in the past, and felt queasy, hot, out of breath, etc, and it didn't go further almost every time. The one time it did, however, I also suddenly felt strangely emotional--soon, I was almost hyperventilating because I was quasi-crying for no reason, and soon after, it felt like my heart and breathing quadrupled in frequency and I was moving sideways, or everything was moving sideways, and I had to stop. But, by then, I was too disorientated and tried to resume the run. Fortunately, my husband was there. He made me stop and dumped water on me. So, I should know from experience that physical discomfort is ok, but not emotional. Interesting how it works. And, at any rate, Wednesday's workout helped me push the bar a little higher.
Thursday
This day was actually cooler, less humid, and with a fresh breeze. I took the opportunity to run 6.3 miles with the dog...we still stopped a few times for him to drink, but we didn't have to take walk breaks, and he was having fun. This was really good. It's been at least a few days since he's been able to run anything much beyond a mile, and I think he was missing it. I wish there was somewhere nearby where he could swim...I'm keeping my eyes open. He doesn't like playing fetch on land very much, but loves swimming and retrieving things in water. We do this at my parents' cottage. He also loves tearing around and chasing things, but that's unfortunately unacceptable downtown, except in the backyard--funny how it's been ages since I've seen a squirrel in there. Anyway, we had a good run on Thursday.
Friday
I slept horribly. Actually, pretty much every morning now, I wake up later than I usually do, feeling crappier than I usually do. I've been trying to get to bed earlier, but it still takes me a while to settle down. It was like this during the first month of my husband's last deployment, too. Maybe I should start going to early morning tai chi in the park nearby. Anyway, I felt awful on Friday and I couldn't stand another day of job searching--this last month has been like one big horrible endless day--so I decided to go with my cousin to a spa. It was a nordic spa out of the city, with a variety of outdoor pools, a sauna, a steam room, hammocks, chairs, a nap area, a cafe....it was very relaxing. I came back relaxed and to a phone call about another job, so I called back. Will see where this one goes. It sounds more interesting than data entry or filing. It would really suck to have to go back to that, but I can't be too picky. Data entry still beats having to work in a restaurant or cafe, or staying in Maryland.
So, anyway, after the spa and all, I didn't feel like running. I got caught up on gardening instead.
Today
I don't feel like running today, either. Someone is supposed to phone me this morning about a job, so I'll hang around for that, and then do something with the dog.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Turn down the heat!
Today was hot, humid, and mostly sunny. Too hot for the dog to run, even early in the morning. So I had a cunning plan: I would sneak out of the house early enough that he wouldn't be roused. If I get up early enough, he doesn't move, and I can leave him without guilt. Unfortunately, this wasn't to be. So I collected the appropriate accessories, water, poop bags, etc, and we headed out. After about a mile, he was looking rather hot, so we walked for the rest of the hour-ish.
A lady we met told us that pitbulls can climb trees. This was news to me. However, they're not so good at getting themselves back down (she had to rescue one up in a tree at one point).
My run had to wait, at any rate. The hoped-for rain puttered out after a few minutes, but it stayed nice and overcast and I was able to get about six miles in without too much discomfort. The more I jog in the heat, actually, the more I like it...so far. We're not hitting the usual south-of-Dixie 40+C humidex, plus we're in July and haven't had much hot weather so it's more bearable than having a month or more straight of it and knowing there's at least a couple more months to go. Anyway, the heat makes everything nice and loose and lets my mind wander, in a way. I think it helped too that, after being out in the morning, I've been drinking a lot of water. My body has been through enough spells of hot weather that it adjusts pretty quickly to it. Mind you, I cannot race well in anything above 10C, but if I go with the flow and just ease things along gently, even 40+C humidex is ok for jogging.
Anyway, this evening, I ran along the river for a bit and came across a bike sprawled across the path. There was a man on the ground too. At first I'd thought he'd fallen. Then I thought he was fixing something, and then I realized he was trying to repack his belongings in what looked like a ripped sheet or pillowcase. He was rather weather-beaten. I was afraid that he'd fallen so I asked him if he was ok. He said he was. There were a couple more sentences from the both of us and then he asked "Are you the heat?" I automatically substituted the most likely word: "Yeah, I'm feeling the heat." "No, are you the heat?" Did I mishear again? "I'm feeling it, but I'm not the heat." "The heat, you know, are you the heat?" Ah. He went on, saying that I was in that security gear, and sometimes he had no problems with the heat, not with the alcoholics (which raised my eyebrows) but other guys gave him problems, etc. I told him that I wasn't the heat. He wasn't convinced. I told him I was just running around, but this wasn't good enough, so I bid him bye and went on my way, not before I noticed that he had an open can of beer sitting beside him. I wonder how long he'd been sitting there. It didn't look like a comfortable spot, but what do I know?
I was wearing black shorts and a pretty snazzy OBX marathon singlet. If that's all it takes to look official, then we're all in a lot of trouble.
After that, I grabbed a quick shower then went to a yin yoga class. I've been really delinquent with yoga these past few weeks....I've done some home practicing, but not much, and none at all at the centre. I have to use up X number of classes before the summer ends, so that's good motivation. The thought of trying an ashtanga or hot yoga class again is more and more appealing--these past few months have been all yin yoga, which has suited me, but maybe I'm getting into too much of a rut.
A lady we met told us that pitbulls can climb trees. This was news to me. However, they're not so good at getting themselves back down (she had to rescue one up in a tree at one point).
My run had to wait, at any rate. The hoped-for rain puttered out after a few minutes, but it stayed nice and overcast and I was able to get about six miles in without too much discomfort. The more I jog in the heat, actually, the more I like it...so far. We're not hitting the usual south-of-Dixie 40+C humidex, plus we're in July and haven't had much hot weather so it's more bearable than having a month or more straight of it and knowing there's at least a couple more months to go. Anyway, the heat makes everything nice and loose and lets my mind wander, in a way. I think it helped too that, after being out in the morning, I've been drinking a lot of water. My body has been through enough spells of hot weather that it adjusts pretty quickly to it. Mind you, I cannot race well in anything above 10C, but if I go with the flow and just ease things along gently, even 40+C humidex is ok for jogging.
Anyway, this evening, I ran along the river for a bit and came across a bike sprawled across the path. There was a man on the ground too. At first I'd thought he'd fallen. Then I thought he was fixing something, and then I realized he was trying to repack his belongings in what looked like a ripped sheet or pillowcase. He was rather weather-beaten. I was afraid that he'd fallen so I asked him if he was ok. He said he was. There were a couple more sentences from the both of us and then he asked "Are you the heat?" I automatically substituted the most likely word: "Yeah, I'm feeling the heat." "No, are you the heat?" Did I mishear again? "I'm feeling it, but I'm not the heat." "The heat, you know, are you the heat?" Ah. He went on, saying that I was in that security gear, and sometimes he had no problems with the heat, not with the alcoholics (which raised my eyebrows) but other guys gave him problems, etc. I told him that I wasn't the heat. He wasn't convinced. I told him I was just running around, but this wasn't good enough, so I bid him bye and went on my way, not before I noticed that he had an open can of beer sitting beside him. I wonder how long he'd been sitting there. It didn't look like a comfortable spot, but what do I know?
I was wearing black shorts and a pretty snazzy OBX marathon singlet. If that's all it takes to look official, then we're all in a lot of trouble.
After that, I grabbed a quick shower then went to a yin yoga class. I've been really delinquent with yoga these past few weeks....I've done some home practicing, but not much, and none at all at the centre. I have to use up X number of classes before the summer ends, so that's good motivation. The thought of trying an ashtanga or hot yoga class again is more and more appealing--these past few months have been all yin yoga, which has suited me, but maybe I'm getting into too much of a rut.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Another lazy day
Sort of. It was hot. I walked the dog, did some gardening, got some groceries...and got conveniently swamped back at home. I was doing schoolwork and job-searching. The former is actually fun, though a lot of memorization, and the latter is so craptacular. Didn't help today that I didn't get a certain call I was hoping for. Oh, well. I will apply to more things tomorrow. Meanwhile, I'm getting a little bit depressed. Not in a slit-wrists way, just sleeping more than usual and not feeling particularly motivated about anything. It was like this during my husband's last deployment, too. I was looking for a job then as well.
Also, I ran an awful lot these past two weeks, and yesterday was a really sluggy day. I slept quite a bit. It could mean that my iron stores are drooping. Two days off in a row should help.
I also have to get into a more regular habit re: diet and taking my iron supplements. My pushups and so forth have suffered too, and yoga, what's that?
Also, I ran an awful lot these past two weeks, and yesterday was a really sluggy day. I slept quite a bit. It could mean that my iron stores are drooping. Two days off in a row should help.
I also have to get into a more regular habit re: diet and taking my iron supplements. My pushups and so forth have suffered too, and yoga, what's that?
Sunday, July 6, 2008
catching up
Friday, a good tempo run, surprisingly. I have been enjoying just shlepping about, but the run group I'm in has a schedule, and there was a tempo run. 20-30 min, with some 30 second pickups. I wasn't feeling a tempo run at first, so I figured I'd jog around for a few miles and then see. It helped that it was later in the evening, and some cool drafts were blowing off the water. The possibility of doing a tempo run made me start a little more quickly, and accelerate, too...by the time I'd started the tempo portion, at a pre-determined flat area, I was nearly at that effort. I ended up running about 2.8 miles in just under 22 minutes. not as fast as before, but considering all the running I've been doing, plus the heat, not bad. It was a nice change, actually. I might do another tempo run next week. I'd have to check the schedule. There's a local 5K race which would substitute nicely, as long as it isn't too hot.
Saturday, a long run. This one was pretty slow for me, but it was 26C and sunny, and I didn't bring any fuel. It was remarkable in that I stayed pretty comfortable for most of it. I kept the pace slow, plus I walked 5 min of every 1/2 hour, to let my heart rate settle a bit. I ended up avoiding feeling light headed, which was very nice. Up until 2:45 or so, I felt like I hadn't been running for long. Then my muscles started to get sore. I kept it up until about 3:20. 18ish miles. Then I came home and ate a lot.
Sunday, I was at the lake, and feeling very sluggy. I walked with the dogs. It was time for a break.
Saturday, a long run. This one was pretty slow for me, but it was 26C and sunny, and I didn't bring any fuel. It was remarkable in that I stayed pretty comfortable for most of it. I kept the pace slow, plus I walked 5 min of every 1/2 hour, to let my heart rate settle a bit. I ended up avoiding feeling light headed, which was very nice. Up until 2:45 or so, I felt like I hadn't been running for long. Then my muscles started to get sore. I kept it up until about 3:20. 18ish miles. Then I came home and ate a lot.
Sunday, I was at the lake, and feeling very sluggy. I walked with the dogs. It was time for a break.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Today, for real
I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. It was only about 4, so I knew it was my husband. :) I forget the last time I heard his voice, maybe just a week? So far, he's been able to email every few days, which is great, but phone calls have been trickier. He's safe and sound and momentarily on a base big enough to provide a good 4th of July BBQ. That made me happy to hear that. There have been a few years that I didn't celebrate Canada Day, but I could have somehow if I'd really wanted to, and he doesn't have that sort of choice.
I talked with him a fair bit and then went back to bed. Woke up again a few hours later to prepare for a job interview.
It started pouring as I was walking over--even with an umbrella, I got pretty drenched. Fortunately, the interview didn't involve a lot of walking around, plus I was shown to a seat by someone else, so maybe the wet cuffs of my pants escaped notice. I'm not sure how the interview went, though. It took a while, but some of the questions I didn't answer adequately, I felt. Not sure. We'll see if they call me back for a teaching demo.
Then I went back home, sent off another couple of emails for other prospects, lol, hunted some more, did some homework, and then grabbed the dog and went. I decided to take him to Quebec and see if he wanted to run. It was a bit hot, but late enough for shade. We ran about 1.5 miles, then he wanted a break, and I let him cool his feet off in a stream, then we ran for maybe another mile until he started to lag back to sniff things. When it's cooler, I don't always accept this, but when it's hot, he starts to find excuses to slow down, and then I know that he's getting warm. If we continue, the flesh in his ears will gradually redden, and then I know he's hot. Best to not get to that point. It's great that he can still jog with me a bit, at least. It's better than nothing, and he enjoys it. I imagine he'll just walk with me for the next few (hotter) days, unless we go to the lake where he can swim.
After a fair walk home, I dropped him off and jogged another 3.5 miles on my own. I didn't feel quite done, and the weather was getting nicer for running. I'm still in a mellow groove...so much so that I don't feel as compelled to pass people. I'm not sure what's up for tomorrow...there's a tempo run on the group schedule, so maybe I'll jog around for an hour and then see if I'm up to it. I used to fit in my tempo runs like that and it worked well for me.
I talked with him a fair bit and then went back to bed. Woke up again a few hours later to prepare for a job interview.
It started pouring as I was walking over--even with an umbrella, I got pretty drenched. Fortunately, the interview didn't involve a lot of walking around, plus I was shown to a seat by someone else, so maybe the wet cuffs of my pants escaped notice. I'm not sure how the interview went, though. It took a while, but some of the questions I didn't answer adequately, I felt. Not sure. We'll see if they call me back for a teaching demo.
Then I went back home, sent off another couple of emails for other prospects, lol, hunted some more, did some homework, and then grabbed the dog and went. I decided to take him to Quebec and see if he wanted to run. It was a bit hot, but late enough for shade. We ran about 1.5 miles, then he wanted a break, and I let him cool his feet off in a stream, then we ran for maybe another mile until he started to lag back to sniff things. When it's cooler, I don't always accept this, but when it's hot, he starts to find excuses to slow down, and then I know that he's getting warm. If we continue, the flesh in his ears will gradually redden, and then I know he's hot. Best to not get to that point. It's great that he can still jog with me a bit, at least. It's better than nothing, and he enjoys it. I imagine he'll just walk with me for the next few (hotter) days, unless we go to the lake where he can swim.
After a fair walk home, I dropped him off and jogged another 3.5 miles on my own. I didn't feel quite done, and the weather was getting nicer for running. I'm still in a mellow groove...so much so that I don't feel as compelled to pass people. I'm not sure what's up for tomorrow...there's a tempo run on the group schedule, so maybe I'll jog around for an hour and then see if I'm up to it. I used to fit in my tempo runs like that and it worked well for me.
Wednesday
It was hot! So hot that after the day ended, I melted without updating the blog. haha
The dog and I got out fairly early, but it was already too hot for him to run. I wasn't feeling it, either. So we walked for about 1:15-1:30...not really sure. Not having many demands on my time does have its perks.
It was a nice walk, too, and we met some people who liked him and wanted to pet him. That was very nice. He behaves very well on walks, heels wonderfully on a regular old flat collar and lets people and other dogs be, but he's still somewhat intimidating, I guess. So meeting people who want to pet him is a treat.
Then, in the evening, it was run club. I didn't go very often in June. It was supposed to be an easy month for us, anyway, and I enjoy talking with the people there, but I guess I needed some time to jog on my own, with no expectations. However, I missed the other members, and after meeting them at the race yesterday, I decided that I had to return.
The workout was supposed to be gentle speedwork, or the option of jogging 5-10K instead. I was going to just jog, but it was hot and I didn't want to carry my water around. So I did the minimum for the speedwork. It was somewhat hard...I wasn't stiff, but a bit sluggish, so I tried to keep things loose, my effort even, and I didn't use a Garmin. The intervals were by time, too, which made things easier mentally. It was hot, though. But the workout went by quite quickly. I ran a bit before the workout, and about 5 miles afterwards at a gentle pace, so I still managed to cover some decent miles and tap into that mellow groove I've been going for.
I've slowly come to realize that when I'm just jogging around, I really don't breathe much. Sometimes I'll have four footfalls to an inhalation, and 2 for exhalation, but oftentimes there isn't even that slow a pattern. I sometimes have to mind this after an hour or two; having a more consistent pattern seems to solve stitch issues. Still, it's very lovely to not have to work hard. Plus I don't have to worry much about fueling or glycogen, my weakest link.
The dog and I got out fairly early, but it was already too hot for him to run. I wasn't feeling it, either. So we walked for about 1:15-1:30...not really sure. Not having many demands on my time does have its perks.
It was a nice walk, too, and we met some people who liked him and wanted to pet him. That was very nice. He behaves very well on walks, heels wonderfully on a regular old flat collar and lets people and other dogs be, but he's still somewhat intimidating, I guess. So meeting people who want to pet him is a treat.
Then, in the evening, it was run club. I didn't go very often in June. It was supposed to be an easy month for us, anyway, and I enjoy talking with the people there, but I guess I needed some time to jog on my own, with no expectations. However, I missed the other members, and after meeting them at the race yesterday, I decided that I had to return.
The workout was supposed to be gentle speedwork, or the option of jogging 5-10K instead. I was going to just jog, but it was hot and I didn't want to carry my water around. So I did the minimum for the speedwork. It was somewhat hard...I wasn't stiff, but a bit sluggish, so I tried to keep things loose, my effort even, and I didn't use a Garmin. The intervals were by time, too, which made things easier mentally. It was hot, though. But the workout went by quite quickly. I ran a bit before the workout, and about 5 miles afterwards at a gentle pace, so I still managed to cover some decent miles and tap into that mellow groove I've been going for.
I've slowly come to realize that when I'm just jogging around, I really don't breathe much. Sometimes I'll have four footfalls to an inhalation, and 2 for exhalation, but oftentimes there isn't even that slow a pattern. I sometimes have to mind this after an hour or two; having a more consistent pattern seems to solve stitch issues. Still, it's very lovely to not have to work hard. Plus I don't have to worry much about fueling or glycogen, my weakest link.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Canada Day!
After a few easy days of jogging at the lake, I got up at six to tackle the HBC run for Canada.
I think I got enough sleep...I had some pretty vivid dreams. In the last one, I was opening a locker--and reminding myself that I had to get a new lock because the combination for the present one was etched into it. That wasn't the task at hand, though: I was preparing for a show. The lockers vaguely reminded me of the ones I had at McGill, but everything else was different, probably so wide an amalgam of experience that it was foreign. The production likewise was strange. I had to sing the part of a prehistoric woman. Once it started, though, it was like I was no longer singing, but someone else was, and there was no stage, just a steppe and then some rock walls and a waterfall. The prehistoric woman then sang a song while the light reflecting off the water mottled the cliff. The light played on the rock like water, and the song was like that too, in an old key with each phrase descending into a trickle of melisma. There was no other voice or instrument, just the woman's voice. Very melancholy and I can't remember a note of it now, only the effect.
Then the narrative became clearer--this woman was singing about a man held captive somewhere. She was mourning his absence. Meanwhile, he was working to reduce that. Apparently his guard was a tiger, which he fought off, and at that point I woke up.
I've been having bizarre dreams like this recently, probably because I've been sleeping more than usual. It's terribly deep. I must tell my husband to fight the tiger. LOL
The atmos of this dream hung around for a while, during my jog to the start line. It was still somewhat cool, but I knew that wouldn't last. Still, it was an easy jog, and then I picked up my race shirt (the number was printed on it) and I actually got to a porta potty. Then I went to a water fountain near the museum. Soon after, some members of the running club I'm in found me, which was a really sweet surprise. I had already decided that I wasn't going to try for a PB. Too hot and I ran nearly 60 miles last week. So, what better excuse to take it easy than to chat with friends?
Which I did, and the first 4K were easy. There were a lot of runners, and a not very-well seeded field, but that was fine. I didn't care. 5K was around 27 minutes, and then I suddenly felt hot. This is what happens with me...I could be at a conversational pace, or even slower, hardly breathing in rhythm, and then suddenly I'm hot and uncomfortable. Oh, well. I hung on until about 7.5 km, and then dropped back; either that, or my companions sped up. It was fine. They had dragged me farther than I would have gone, at that pace that day. I don't have much fight. I walked a bit at 8K, then finished it. Saw my mother and the dog all dolled up in red&white near the end, which was neat. I finished barely under 54 minutes. Pretty slow for a race, but I wasn't disappointed. It was nice to put less pressure on myself.
Then I walked back to my mom and the dog, and we went home, then went out walking, hit the museums, the aboriginal experience at Victoria's Island, saw the Snowbirds fly past, saw some of the shows at Major Hill Park...the usual. Now I'm resting at home. It will be nice to go to the fireworks later on.
At any rate, it's pretty obvious that I've lost some speed recently. It could be the heat, but it could also be a lot of slow running. Which is fine. I'm not sure of my fall goal races, yet, but I am craving a more mellow approach, and the resulting base should come in handy.
I think I got enough sleep...I had some pretty vivid dreams. In the last one, I was opening a locker--and reminding myself that I had to get a new lock because the combination for the present one was etched into it. That wasn't the task at hand, though: I was preparing for a show. The lockers vaguely reminded me of the ones I had at McGill, but everything else was different, probably so wide an amalgam of experience that it was foreign. The production likewise was strange. I had to sing the part of a prehistoric woman. Once it started, though, it was like I was no longer singing, but someone else was, and there was no stage, just a steppe and then some rock walls and a waterfall. The prehistoric woman then sang a song while the light reflecting off the water mottled the cliff. The light played on the rock like water, and the song was like that too, in an old key with each phrase descending into a trickle of melisma. There was no other voice or instrument, just the woman's voice. Very melancholy and I can't remember a note of it now, only the effect.
Then the narrative became clearer--this woman was singing about a man held captive somewhere. She was mourning his absence. Meanwhile, he was working to reduce that. Apparently his guard was a tiger, which he fought off, and at that point I woke up.
I've been having bizarre dreams like this recently, probably because I've been sleeping more than usual. It's terribly deep. I must tell my husband to fight the tiger. LOL
The atmos of this dream hung around for a while, during my jog to the start line. It was still somewhat cool, but I knew that wouldn't last. Still, it was an easy jog, and then I picked up my race shirt (the number was printed on it) and I actually got to a porta potty. Then I went to a water fountain near the museum. Soon after, some members of the running club I'm in found me, which was a really sweet surprise. I had already decided that I wasn't going to try for a PB. Too hot and I ran nearly 60 miles last week. So, what better excuse to take it easy than to chat with friends?
Which I did, and the first 4K were easy. There were a lot of runners, and a not very-well seeded field, but that was fine. I didn't care. 5K was around 27 minutes, and then I suddenly felt hot. This is what happens with me...I could be at a conversational pace, or even slower, hardly breathing in rhythm, and then suddenly I'm hot and uncomfortable. Oh, well. I hung on until about 7.5 km, and then dropped back; either that, or my companions sped up. It was fine. They had dragged me farther than I would have gone, at that pace that day. I don't have much fight. I walked a bit at 8K, then finished it. Saw my mother and the dog all dolled up in red&white near the end, which was neat. I finished barely under 54 minutes. Pretty slow for a race, but I wasn't disappointed. It was nice to put less pressure on myself.
Then I walked back to my mom and the dog, and we went home, then went out walking, hit the museums, the aboriginal experience at Victoria's Island, saw the Snowbirds fly past, saw some of the shows at Major Hill Park...the usual. Now I'm resting at home. It will be nice to go to the fireworks later on.
At any rate, it's pretty obvious that I've lost some speed recently. It could be the heat, but it could also be a lot of slow running. Which is fine. I'm not sure of my fall goal races, yet, but I am craving a more mellow approach, and the resulting base should come in handy.
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