Patience; the new endurance sport.

9:23 AP In addition to thinking about Susanna and Marisa's races, missing my friends who wanted me to come to Boston 'anyway' and called to reminisce about how awesome last year was for all of us, I spent much of the day obsessing about Desiree Davila. I cannot believe a 2 second win kept us (women) from the first American win since 1985. What would that look like coming down Broylston Ave? To lay it ALL on the line like that for a 2 second loss? I can't imagine it. I am even more impressed Davila hails from Chula Vista (my neck of the woods). Those Kenyans though, with their high altitude, long legs, and generations of cattle hearding on foot. Who can beat em? Today's run was mild, and pleasant. I have decided 8 miles is my favorite daily distance when I've got the time. I really need 2 to warm up, 2 to break the bank, and 4 more to keep the pace strong. Going downhill in the canyon helps (mentally) relearn faster turn over. So I've been enjoying my canyon runs--going half way on an uphill makes turning around so easy. I need to stay away from Goliath and Rock Canyon. I'm pretty sure those 35-40% inclines for more than a mile each was what was getting my hamstring/piriformis/hip all jangled and yanked.

I was sad to learn about Grete Waitz yesterday too.  Dead of cancer at 57?  Wow.  She won the NYC marathon at a time I was just starting to pay attention to running.  Running was becoming popular in the late 70's and women in greater numbers were marathoning.  It always gets to me, how nothing protects us from death or illness.  Not victory, not wealth, not youth, not love.  When it comes to life and death, God is the author of our story.  Today I am dead tired.  Feeding an army of huge men day and night for a week, hosting my sister for Easter, working tax deadlines, getting ready for a fundraiser. Also, my adorable tiny mother in law wrote me to appologetically announce she has breast cancer, but doesn't want to be a bother. I thought being outside for a bit would help me, but that last one just took all the wonder out of my day.  I dragged so badly that when I stopped running I leaned over and dry heaved a few times.  

I hit a a wall after learning about my MIL. Also, I have forgotten to take my iron for a few days and can feel it.  In addition, I have had a fabulous headache since yesterday. I am nauseated beyond understanding and my vision is weird.  So either I have a cluster migrane or a brain tumor.  Either way, at least I don't need a mastectomy this week.