Hello from out of town! Briefly in DC to see the Terra Cotta Warriors. A quick trip, to catch up with an old friend while daydreaming about Emperor Shihuangdi and the Qin Dynasty and hopefully getting lots of cheesy tourist photos with the creepy and lifelike army. I've brought my running clothes, and it would be nice to do one of the quintessential DC runs while I'm down here: either Rock Creek Park or along the Potomac or up the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. The friend I'm staying with lives in Alexandria, though, so if I get out, it will likely be a local run. Also, I'm only here for about 20 hours - if my running shoes stay in the suitcase, life goes on. Also? Frankly, years can pass, but I'm still freaked out about Chandra Levy, even if it's only in my head that I'm still a hot young thing. I know I'm not the only woman who is paranoid about running alone.
So, anyway, recap of the week in running. Basically, lazy lazy lazy. I got out there, I did a long run, I didn't do a spin class, I did a hill run. No speedwork, partly because my sister didn't set me up with a plan (DID YOU HEAR THAT, MANDY?) but mostly because my legs were still feeling the half. On Thursday, running an easy 3 with my training partner (she's back!), I had some mild calf pain - likely residual soreness or shin splints, but I'm a baby when it comes to calf pain. Given the two tibial stress fractures I've already had, and given that the blood thinners cause my bones to "leach calcium" (as my hematologist loves to remind me), I think it's okay and maybe even wise for me to be cautious.
Skipped Friday, too - slept in because they were predicting rain, then sat in my pyjamas tied to my desk working all day. But! I did make it over the GWB (more on that tomorrow). Also? Next week is another week.
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"