Running, Grandmother in the hospital, and a haircut for Reese....

So it arrived....with little to no GOOD training I set out to run 6.5 miles on a trail here in Woodstock at the Old Rope Mill park Saturday morning. Nerves officially sat in mid-week when I realized I had sort of over committed. I mean I can run 5Ks and not really have an issue. 3.1 miles is a safe number and I can sort of click that off with no issues. 6.5 miles is quite a different story and on top of that....on trails. I ran a strong first mile...I was almost shocked at how quickly mile 2 showed up. Then mile three rolled up and I was hitting the wall. Usually the elation of mile three has meant I'm done, I've turned in a decent time and ready to go home. Well, I hit mile three on my watch at 32.50. I felt pretty good about that as the hills were steep and I never hit a "pace" so to speak I just struggled the whole time to find my rhythm.....WALL. ADAM. HIT. Mile 3.0 to 4.waterstation KILLED me. I found some strength at 5.0 and was able to finish somewhat strong but I was gassed. Completely done for the day and blitzed for the night too. I'm pleased with my running in that I finished but now I'm really pumped to go back to this course and beat my time. I know I can....I just have to ramp up my running and make it hurt more often.

 

This is me toasted at the finish line. 

Reese giving Daddy some love....Daddy couldn't get up after this shot!

Saturday also landed Reese in the salon to get a little trimmy trim. Her poor hair has looked like Fop for so long and Kim decided it was time for a little girl "Bob" cut. I think she looks SOOOOO much better now.

She's playing in her new Pirate water set that Mom and Dad got her for her birthday and she loved that too. She was under the weather this morning with a bit of a temp but Children's Motrin to the rescue a few times today and she was as good as new.

Finally, my Grandmother had to be put in the hospital Saturday so I went to Calhoun to see her Sunday morning. She isn't doing well and her lack of taking medicine correctly sort of landed her in ICU yesterday. I think there are other things at play here but suffice it to say, she isn't doing all that well. I worry about this all the time. She's my last grandparent still with me and it just bothers me that sooner rather than later, I could lose that. Her stats changed for the positive before I left today but I still don't know what the long term holds for her. I worry that she's ready to go home....that she's ready to be with Papa again.....I can't blame her for wanting rest and peace and love that she's always believed waits on the other side but selfishly I hate to see her weakened by age and sickness. I'd want to go home too if I were 80 yrs old but at 36, I still want her with us as long as God will allow it.

My problems at work are pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things.....Things like running a long race or playing with my Reesie in the afternoons, seeing Kim be such an amazing Mommy and having the hots for her when she doesn't know I'm looking....I suppose that's more what this whole thing is about than outboard engines not being built and customers screaming at you about it.

Pray for Grandmother, pray that Reese is feeling better Monday....Thanks all.

I may run a little more this week to escape from the problems of the world....I find a bit of peace between pants.