Patience; the new endurance sport.

I didn't mean to run this far today, and certainly I wasn't feeling it (10:37 ap)  but I really, really wanted to go to the water fountain and be in the canyon.  It feels like summer already.  En route I found a bumper to either a ford Taurus or a Mercury Sable.  Those bumpers in good condition (depending on the year) can run $300 at a wrecking yard (because those cars are so common in Utah and the first thing to go is the bumper/headlight or a quarter panel).  I don't know how it got dis-attached or thrown into the field.  But my guess is it was stolen off someone's car and then abandoned.  It was a whole bumper in very good condition.  I was tempted to go back and get it myself.

10:14 ap I really should not have run so far yesterday, so I cut the miles down.  I was ramping up too fast.  I need a couple of weeks of 3-6's and then build from there.I ached a little, and was really tired the rest of the day.  Also my newly healing stitches had weird striation pain when I laid down at night.  Sebastian, one of my Chilean (basketball) sons just graduated from the University of Nebraska (on a scholarship my husband secured for him).  He made a side trip to Utah on his way from Nebraska to CA so I could meet his his girlfriend Leona ( who he will probably marry this year). I was so touched he brought her to meet me and wanted my approval.  He calls me Mama. He's been a good boy. He helped me a lot the summer he lived with us.  He never fails to remember me on mother's day and my birthday. Sebastian and Leona are absolutely the two most smokin' hot people I have ever seen together. They are going to make amazing children together.  He is 6' 3 and has the muscles of a moderately seasoned body builder.  Though his build is not ideal for basketball, he's got an 8 pack, biceps, and good calves.  He is perfectly proportioned and beautifully shaped. I notice these things because my father (a body builder himself) won many titles as he did the whole circuit from Mr. San Diego right on up to Mr. America in 1975-1977. So I spent a good deal of girlhood subjectively judging men's bodies; For better or worse that's the way it is. Sebastian's girl Leona is 6 feet tall.  Her mother is from Mexico, her Dad is black.  She lives in a part of Southern California that I am very familiar with (Imperial Valley, Brawley, Blythe). She is as willowy thin, but athletic and strong.  Her face is beautifully shaped and she has amazing hair and skin.  The best part is she is as sweet and Christian as she is good lookin.  They don't drink or smoke, and have for the most part kept each other out of trouble.  She finished up this year at Nebraska as well (volleyball scholarship). I am so proud of Sebastian.  Though Leona asked me if I was "going for a jog" when she saw me dressed for running.  Somehow the word "jog" cut me to the core.  I guess I'm a jogger now.

I had to get to work fast.  I plan to work out again this evening and add at least another 3 and try to do some push ups--see how that feels.  I'm coming up on 4 weeks post op!

I ran up the Goliath hill, around the Provo temple and back. It was basically the same 10k route of the Pioneer Day race. my legs Actually got and now they are sore. That hasn't happened in a whole. I won 2nd place in my AD that year averaging 8:13 m/m. Today, I averaged 11 m/m up those hills :(. It's only been 5 years! Wow, a lot has happened in 5 years. It's been a tough road.

9:44/9:49/10:08/10:12/10:01/10:19/8:38.

I'm actually pretty proud of these splits. They include some pretty significant uphill. Yesterday's run was terrible. In spite of eating well(so I thought) I was terribly hypoglycemic afterwards, took my blood sugar and it was 54, which is pretty bad. Today, after running even, it's 82-- which for me is a great number. I have tried everything, but plain old oatmeal raises and sustains my blood sugar more than barley, rice, wheat bread or cereal. I never really loved oatmeal, but it's getting to be like medicine, so I take it.

I just wanted to run forever today, it rained and rained...I'm a fan. Then the sun came out and the trail was fresh. The green! Everything so green. I felt bad for the Ogden Marathoners though. I've run 2 marathons in the pouring rain. It wasn't as fun as a fun run on a Saturday morning. However, I came home thrashed and had to a walk up the hills to get home.