Patience; the new endurance sport.

The .06 is for Rad :)

Today's AP 9:53 was brought to you by tween children, offering to ride their bikes alongside their mama up the canyon, where-at mile 4, a tire popped completely off the rim for no apparent reason.  We then ditched the offending bike in the bushes at Nunn's park and they each took turns running .5 miles distance while the other rode the remaining bike.  My daughter in teeny-thin little flip flops/alternating with barefoot, and my son in horribly crafted (worn through to the soles and flat footed) favorite pair of canvas converse.  I have to say, regardless of their terrible shoes and sudden without-a-choice necessity to run, they kept up, were cheerful, and coperative.  By the end they were pretty pleased with themselves.  It turned out to be quite fun and made my daughter ask "how far do you run in a Cross Country race?" It turned out to be a happy accident.  We went back later to get the bike we'd ditched.

The cold ick outside just made me want to sleep all day.  The cold and mountain snow no longer secretly thrill me.   It's been like that since Sundance shut down. As easy, balmy, and fun as yesterday's run was--today's was chilly and lackluster.  I ran uphill and more uphill.  Two straight miles uphill.  It was hard but I didn't want to run where there were cars so I ran up rock canyon until I hit mile 3.  I got home and my calves were sore.  That never happens. I have the calves of a daughter of the Utah pioneers. They are usually the least of my problem. 

9:36/9:03/9:29/10:03/8:26/8:41/9:18/9:08

Up Provo Canyon kinda slow and back down kinda quick.  Headwind, blustery skies, fat, loud rushing river, hints of green.  I love the waterfountain.

9:17 average.  I feel ok about this run.  I ran 10 repeats (of only about 300 feet each) but it was the first speed play I've attempted for 2 years. I wish I had an air funnel going down my throat.  The back of my mouth doesn't feel big enough for air when I run "fast". (I run fast so badly and suck air so loudly, I am only attempt fast running when I am sure I am alone).  Even the dogs get concerned; although pick up the pace with me, they look back more frecuently to make sure I haven't died.  Anyway....shorter run than usual, but I feel good about the improved paces from February.  I really do believe that taking the Chlorophyll with the iron has made a difference.

I awoke to 4 boys, all over 6'4 sitting in my kitchen taking turns using their huge, fumbely, sausage fingers to delicately fish blackberries out of a glass bowl in the middle of the table.  I have two boys from Spain and two from Chile (here for exhibition/Friendship basketball tournaments in Vegas).  Blame my husband, if it were me, they'd all be in school.  anyway....yesterday afternoon, I got to be the proxy Mom for one of the boys when the Coach from BYU Hawaii came to offer him a scholarship, and the position of point guard.  So my Pablito, who graduated Juan Diego Catholic School with honors while he lived with us, will be the new point guard for BYU Hawaii.  I am so happy for him. He's worked so hard and he's a good boy.  I don't believe in sports over scholarship, but these boys give it their all.  Not all of them turn out to be Jimmer, but they all eat and breathe basketball.  It is gratifying when their hard work pays off and they will get a free education because someone's interested in how they play ball.

Yay for negative splits! 9:36/9:28/9:20/9:20/9:25/9:42/9:10/8:51/8:39/8:38/9:05/9:13/9:03  = AP 9:11

Ran up the canyon easy with Josse and ran down the canyon with Ericka while Josse ran a few tempo miles.  Josse ran back to meet us toward the end.  I am greatful for the diem sister training team. Those are some tough, good girls.