I had some sleep last night and now I’m feeling all inspired and peppy. I got up at 4 this morning to run with some road running friends — and their friends — who were running on a new greenbelt path near my house. It brought back nice memories of running with the good folks at Final Kick in Virginia Beach when marathons were races and not training runs — and my hair was not silver-ing.
My dad is coming home from the hospital today. So it’s a very good day. He’ll be getting his strength back at my sister’s house in Hawaii for a while. A nice place to heal up if you have to be convalescing. His diet’s going to be on the bland side from here on out, and, in solidarity, I’m going to eat the same way. What else can I do from 3700 miles away? Besides send cute pictures of Asa.
I’ve also decided to prioritize training this year and give it 100%. I’ve always thought of my running as a hobby — an obnoxiously time-consuming hobby, but a hobby. I’m going to look at it more as a job for the rest of the year. Or, more accurately, a demanding unpaid internship. Eliot’s grandfather cornered him at a family reunion years ago and told him the Howard name would die with him if he didn’t have a son. (“The name dies with you, boy!”) We’d certainly like to fortify the dwindling ranks of Howards with another child eventually — and since I’m no spring chicken, “eventually” should probably be sooner rather than later. All this is to say, that I’d like to give running my best this year before focusing on my “great with child” look. The shift in perspective probably won’t have much of an impact on my day-to-day training, but I think it’ll help me feel less guilty about it — and a bit more excited too. So I wrote down a bunch of running goals last night — and now I’d better stop typing and get running. Please eat something salty and fried for me today. I’ll cover you on broccoli and kale.
PS. Here’s the Plantar Fasciitis treatment video from the Airrosti folks. I haven’t had a chance to watch it yet.