Out on the waterfront with my friends for our weekly run, I could not help but admire the stillness of the river. Each bridge, the treeline on the water, and clouds reflected on the surface of the water a secret world hidden inside its flows. The cool temperature and shapes of the high, light clouds reminded me that winter would soon be upon the city.
We caught a few sprinkles of rain, and beyond that the morning was perfect. I got home in time to bake a cake for an evening celebration of Thanksgiving with friends. I am so grateful for these wonderful people in my life.
Happy running, and wishing you all a happy holiday season!
Last Saturday, I finished the longest training run I need to complete before running the St. George marathon. The run was 20 miles. I completed this run solo, due to scheduling conflicts with my running buddy friends. I was nervous, running late (as I had a cousin’s baby shower to get to at 1pm, and I knew I would be running for about 4 hours…), and when I got less than half a mile down the road, I remembered that I had a raw spot on the back of my left heel from a poor fitting pair of flats the previous day. I was pretty sure that was a bad start, and did not bode well for the next 19.5 miles. Fortunately, my favorite local coffeehouse had a first-aid kit with the perfect little round band-aids. I was saved!
I finished the run in three hours, 40 minutes (and some-odd seconds). With an overall pace of about 11 min/mile, I am now confident I can run the St George Marathon two weeks from today.
This morning, I was fortunate to be able to run with three friends, and the mileage was much less (only 12… I can’t believe I am saying only!). The weather report was full of warnings: possible thunderstorms, hail, excessive amounts of rain, but when I woke this morning the skies were cloudy yet non-threatening.
The water on the river was notably calm and smooth. I could not stop admiring it’s remarkable mirror-like quality.
I was lucky this morning; 20 minutes post-run, the sky darkened and the hills blurred seconds before hail began pelting my windowsill. I narrowly avoided the storm, and will be forever grateful that I have not yet experienced hail while running. With the change of seasons, and the reliably unpredictable weather in Portland, I’m sure I will be initiated to hail sooner than later. 🙂
Wishing you all glorious and joyful running!