Stop Thief!

This week-end was my second last big training week-end before the marathon. I finished my 3 hour run, but not without some serious frustration and about 5 minutes of crying. It had been snowing for 2 days, so I tried to plan my run on trails that would be fairly well worn and not too icy. Unfortunately, I didn't do a very good job of planning my route, and ended up trudging through 3 inches of snow. It was brutal and I ended up running only 27 km. The only good thing about the run, is that it allowed me to eat an extra large portion of prime rib when I went out for my birthday dinner that night.

With the cold weather the running outfit seems to be getting more and more complex. No matter what I wear I am too cold for the first 10 minutes, too hot for the next 20 minutes and uncomfortably moist for the rest of the time. Even my much loved balaclava annoys me after an hour when the moisture from my breath causes it to freeze solid. The shoe situation is the most frustrating because the snow makes my shoes wet and gives me nasty blisters. The only good thing about the shoes is the YakTrax that have saved me from certain ice-induced injury

I have to admit that I'm looking forward to the end of training and running the actual marathon. I've now gotten my race outfit, thanks to the Tooth Fairy who obviously recognized the value of a wisdom tooth, and I've got all my food stuff. I've been using Cliff Bloks as my main source of running nutrition. They basically taste like slightly salty wine gums. The nice thing is that you can leave them to melt in your cheeks instead of wasting precious time chewing.

This morning my heart rate skyrocketed for an entirely different reason. After Sunday breakfast downtown, I got up from the table to pay and saw my unlocked bike drive away on the top of someone's car. As soon as I realized it was indeed my bike (the pink seat and pink cables gave it away), a couple of us jumped in cars to track down the alleged thief. Thankfully, the thief was actually a well-meaning citizen who thought the bike may have been stolen and was bringing it to the RCMP. Hector and Lisa intercepted him at the station and recovered Frederika before she was interred at the Station. While I may have had a minor heart attack, it is nice to have my faith renewed in strangers. It is also a good reminder to lock my bike up...before it really does get stolen!

Sierra posted this on Nov 11, 2007 from the outside | | permanent link