>> Wednesday, May 20, 2015
I've strung together a good 10 days of training since the Oakdale Duathlon nearly 2 weeks ago: some good bike rides, a few swims, and a couple of runs. Two of those runs have been with my boys.
On Friday, I went out for a late morning run where I wanted to run a few miles fast. The boys were with me:
Running across the Mississippi.
We were about to run down to the low spots right along the river to the left.
At the hairpin turn on the steep hill. Notice the man standing to the right with a really steep
part just beyond him. And as with all hill photos, this image doesn't do it justice.
Being pulled down a hill at just faster than my mile PR pace: 4:47/mile. Yikes.
Before we started running again after my hard miles, Henry got out along the river to watch a tug boat with a few barges go by. I Instagrammed this:
"6.5 miles with these 2 by the river in the Chariot with the middle 3 at 6:10 pace. Ouch.
After the hard miles, Henry got out to watch a barge chug past. Charlie was just pooped.
This was a good morning." (Note the barge still behind Henry in the middle pic.)
Asleep on my lap in the middle of the afternoon.
Just feeling miserable.
"My morning workout. After Charlie had breakfast, he seemed to feel a lot better. We took a
chance and went to the gym. I got in 1 lap at the pool before the Playzone sitters came to
get me because he was too sad/crabby. Poor dude."
Charlie started feeling better for sure.
Running "the long way home" along the river. Ended up with an easy 10K with the boys on the day.
Charlie was passed out once Henry hopped out at home.