I Probably Should Make My Blog Public again

15 miles on the dreadmill.  I went to the gym because it was pouring when I got home from church and I made the decision that I'd rather be dry (well, sorta) and hot than cold and wet.  I was a little worried about using the treadmill since the power in town went out last night and this morning (in the middle of the gospel) but it didn't go out again while I was working out.

I was supposed to do 3 to 6 miles of 1/2 M pace in the middle third of the run.  I did 2 at 8 min pace and then slowed down a little for another 2 miles.  I did another 2 miles at 8:40 pace, and then called it done.

The treadmill shut down twice.  The last 2 miles (right after the 2nd shut down) were difficult, but at about mile 11, the guy on the elliptical next to me said something to the effect of "You're quite the runner," and that comment helped me just finish.  I did the last 1/2 mile at 8 min. pace, just to cut about 30 seconds off my finish time :)

I was mad when I left the gym because it wasn't raining anymore and I drove home thinking I had made the wrong decision.  But my husband said it had just stopped raining about 20 minutes before I got home, so I think I made the right choice.

No more treadmills for a while, hopefully.

I have to change up what I was planning this week since I won't be running my long run this Sunday.  Running long Saturday will probably be what I do, but it's going to depend on family business.  

I also was supposed to run an actual workout, but I'll have to do that Wed.

It was a beautifully sunny day, almost 80 degrees.  But the wind!  My God! The wind!

I warmed up 2.1 miles to the track.  Almost my entire warm up was full force into the wind.  It seemed strong.  I didn't look up any stats when I got home, but the hourly report on the weather channel says the wind was from the south at 26 mph.  That seems about right.

At the track I did 2 sets of 400 (5K pace--1:48), 1200 (10K pace--5:42), 2400 (1/2MP--12 min).  I set myself up so that I never had to finish any of the intervals into the wind, just for mental purposes.  I tried to keep myself dead on pace, but I was a little under on the short ones.

 Actual run:  400 (1:44), 1200 (5:32), 2400 (12:00), 400 (1:41), 1200 (5:36), 2400 (11:56).

Then I ran back home.  This time the wind helped me, which is good because I was beat.

This has been a rough week.  Every time I think about putting it in my blog I find better things to do.

My husband's aunt passed away suddenly on Monday evening.  It was a massive heart attack.  Obviously no one was prepared.  It has been a rough week.  Lots of family coming in.  Lots of grieving.  Lots of reminiscing about her and about my husband's parents, which is emotionally draining. Just because of timing she is being waked on Sunday night (even though we've really been doing that all week) and the funeral is Monday morning.  Under different circumstances the funeral would have taken place already.

We're having Easter today.  The entire family (and it's a big one) is here.    

I don't really care about running right now.  Maybe next week.  Yesterday I started to do my scheduled workout, but walked for 1/2 hour right after my warm up, then ran 1.5 after that.  Today I left my watch at home and just ran in the rain.  That suited my mood.  And it was actually quite nice not to worry about pace or anything.

It seems so ridiculous to be worried about running right now.  At first I was going to run long on Sunday, but that doesn't feel right, it being Easter and all.   So instead I'm going to wake up early on Monday to run before the funeral.  If I get to 16 miles, great.  If not, big deal.

And I'm not depressed or anything.  Just sad.  I keep hearing her voice (just in my head, though--I'm not crazy) saying my name or arguing loudly (as she was wont to do) about politics.  One thing I feel guilty about is fighting with my husband about his trip to Arizona last week.  His aunt decided to go out to AZ during the same time.  Chuck's cousin Jennie (they grew up pretty much as brother and sister, and this is his aunt's daughter) told me on Thursday that it was nice that they were able to hang out together one last time, since they haven't been able to be together responsibility-free in years. 

And then of course everyone is still worried about Luke. 

And it was hard to call my mom to let her know.  They got along well and they were the same age.