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Sunday Jul 18, 2010 #
6 AM
Running (Joyce Park Bike Path) 54:25 [3] 6.0 mi (9:04 / mi)
rhr:53 slept:8.0 weight:159lbs shoes: Wave Nirvana 3
As I walked to the front door this morning, I reached down to garb my running shoes, as I normally do, and was quickly reminded of the downpour Molly and I were caught in yesterday. Oh my. The shoes were still wet through and through. Jeez. Putting wet shoes on dry feet is always a bit repulsive. 'Oh well. I must remember to dry them when I get home', I think to myself.
Steve is already halfway to my house as I walk out the door. Good, we will no doubt get in another 6 miler today. No one is expected from the team today. Jessica is recovering from Wisdom Teeth removal, Sophie is on vacation, Molly is working, and the others never come on Sundays.
We head out as usual, conversation spontaneously ignites. He mentions many songs, usually blue grass, I refer to movies and books. Suddenly, sitting in the middle of the bike path is a brilliant little bird. Solid blue. At the time I believe it can not be the Indigo Bunting; because it's blue is just not deep and metallic enough as I have come accustomed to seeing.
Instead of flying immediately into the woods it flutters in mid air. Lands a few feet away. Then hovers again before finally darting away. I thought perhaps it was something else. And being ignorant, I suspect it may be a Bluebird. Alas a check of Sibley's later educates me to the fact that an eastern Bluebird is not solid blue at all but rather has a Orange under part. It looked a lot like the Mountain Bluebird, but they live out west. It really seamed to be a different type of bird than what I have grown accustomed to calling the Indigo.
So now I wonder if this bird is the Mountain Bluebird, or perhaps the bird I have been seeing for two months was a instead a Blue Bunting, found in Texas, and allowing the new bird to be an Indigo. Or, as my friends will agree, I am completely wrong and it has been the same bird all along. What the heck do they know.
Mostly the rest of the run was uneventful. We did note our splits at each mile. I was pleased with the times. At least I believe that we are faster today for a six miler than any time this season. So improvement is measured. Hoorah. We did see Vince & Carol Mick out for a bike ride as we approach Mile three, and then again on the return at about Mile 5.
Steve and I both note our time at the 5 mile mark. I immediately wonder if I can increase the pace just a tad to break the 9 minute mark. Steve thinks a similar thing only he wants to break 8 minutes. I tell him to take off. "I got your six", I holler. We both press the pace. Right away I feel a twinge in the knees. I keep it monitored for change. It seems steady but it seems risky. It feels like the edge of injury. But i really want to do this. So I keep it steady. Steve crosses the finish maybe a 100 meters ahead of me. I finish steady and sore.
9:30
9:11
9:16
9:04
9:09
8:25
Steve is already halfway to my house as I walk out the door. Good, we will no doubt get in another 6 miler today. No one is expected from the team today. Jessica is recovering from Wisdom Teeth removal, Sophie is on vacation, Molly is working, and the others never come on Sundays.
We head out as usual, conversation spontaneously ignites. He mentions many songs, usually blue grass, I refer to movies and books. Suddenly, sitting in the middle of the bike path is a brilliant little bird. Solid blue. At the time I believe it can not be the Indigo Bunting; because it's blue is just not deep and metallic enough as I have come accustomed to seeing.
Instead of flying immediately into the woods it flutters in mid air. Lands a few feet away. Then hovers again before finally darting away. I thought perhaps it was something else. And being ignorant, I suspect it may be a Bluebird. Alas a check of Sibley's later educates me to the fact that an eastern Bluebird is not solid blue at all but rather has a Orange under part. It looked a lot like the Mountain Bluebird, but they live out west. It really seamed to be a different type of bird than what I have grown accustomed to calling the Indigo.
So now I wonder if this bird is the Mountain Bluebird, or perhaps the bird I have been seeing for two months was a instead a Blue Bunting, found in Texas, and allowing the new bird to be an Indigo. Or, as my friends will agree, I am completely wrong and it has been the same bird all along. What the heck do they know.
Mostly the rest of the run was uneventful. We did note our splits at each mile. I was pleased with the times. At least I believe that we are faster today for a six miler than any time this season. So improvement is measured. Hoorah. We did see Vince & Carol Mick out for a bike ride as we approach Mile three, and then again on the return at about Mile 5.
Steve and I both note our time at the 5 mile mark. I immediately wonder if I can increase the pace just a tad to break the 9 minute mark. Steve thinks a similar thing only he wants to break 8 minutes. I tell him to take off. "I got your six", I holler. We both press the pace. Right away I feel a twinge in the knees. I keep it monitored for change. It seems steady but it seems risky. It feels like the edge of injury. But i really want to do this. So I keep it steady. Steve crosses the finish maybe a 100 meters ahead of me. I finish steady and sore.
9:30
9:11
9:16
9:04
9:09
8:25