Patience; the new endurance sport.

My Garmin contact points are worn down so I have to shove them  into the holes.  I just figured that out.  I didn't know why my Garmin was 'losing' charge...it was actually never getting charged.

I had such high hopes for this week being more simple.  I am still beat, and just found out I am going to miss my nephews combined court of honor in DC.  I am bummed. 

Ran 4 in the morning with Catherine, and ran 3 more with my son in the afternoon.  He's training for his school's 5K.

Ran a nice, easy chatty run with cath, then went over to the 5K where my kid's school was having their race. It was fun to watch him run it.  He did try to run faster than we did the Freedom Festival, he did not want me to run with him (said I'd hold him back).  It was really inspiring to see how many parents ran with their kids (Cath ran with her cute girls).  The XC coach for Timpview paced his son too--first finisher at 16:58 for a 6th grader wasn't to shabby.  My son said "everyone says that kid won because he cut corners".  I said, "that kid came in 3 minutes before any other kid...he won because he runs fast."  I want my son to like running, and he was proud of his 24 minute time and 32nd place out of 200 classmates--but the great thing about running is (self) truth.  It's a good lesson for a 6th grade boy to realize exactly where he stands so he can either improve himself or give the winner's their due and be a good sport.  It was a good learning experience, and it was fun.

My friend Shawna came down from Salt Lake to run.  Shawna's Dad and my Dad were good friends when they were young, and it was nice to be reminded of them through our visit with each other. Her Dad was an awesome man, and it was great to see her again.  It had been a long time.  We ran from the house down to the Tabernacle and met Michelle, Jos, Mac, and Ericka who were running the Provo half.  Michelle was primed and ready to win.  We ran close to the course about a half hour ahead of the start.  But I was out of juice by mile 8 (my own fault for reduced mileage, lack of proper hydration, sheer laziness, you name it).  Shawna was a sport. She's training for UVM too and told me all about her neighbor's studies in Nurological marathon recovery.  Very interesting stuff --he's a physiologts and her husband is a PT.  So she's very knowlegeable. She's also tall, if I havn't mentioned it--she's 6 feet and an ironman triathelte.  I felt bad I was dragging her around the South Provo with my whimpy, whiny, dehydrated piraformis problems. We did a portion of my old bike trail, peeked in the back yard of my renters at the house, and  got to cheer Michelle at the half point.  Along the trail, Shawna and I got passed by Mac & her friend, and Josse.  My friend headed back home to her daugther's volley ball trny and I hung around with Michelle for a bit, waiting for Josse & Ericka, and hoping to see Michelle get her prize.  Then I got a call I had to go get my kids from their service project.  I guess 6 hours of cleaning up city parks was enough to make them call me 100 times in a row and come pick them.  Aside from my own sloppy run, it was a fun day to be out, see pals and see Michelle do her thing out there.  Spring, is finally here which means I'll be back to 6 am runs pretty shortly.