Thursday's short run added a flicker of hope in what would be the pre-vacation masterpiece of my longest run in the plan to-date. My family and I would be driving to North Carolina early Saturday morning; a plan that voided any chance of an LSD. My long run would be Friday morning before work. I organized all my running accessories that evening — hydration bottle, electrolyte tabs, headlamp, Body Glide, shoes/shirt/socks/shorts. As if my house didn't already seem unkempt, the latest spread of items certainly pushed it in that category. Following a yoga session, I had a bite of protein to eat before turning in for the night.
My alarm called to me at 4:15 am Friday morning. I could have snoozed until 4:30 and pushed out my start time even later, but I had to nail this run. Time was against me; I still needed to work, do laundry, finish packing and just relax. Slow and steady would be my mantra. I walked out into the darkness with a beacon of light illuminating the space in front of my feet. With the start of my watch, I was off gunning for an adjacent neighborhood to meet up with a friend. Exactly two hours thirty-five minutes later, I stopped my watch and began a brisk walk towards home.
Long run — check.
Friday work day — check.
Car packed — check.
I am in North Carolina's Outer Banks for the week, using the break from my usual every day to unwind and recharge. My training will continue and even include a 5K race mid-week. Already I feel the disappointment and stressors of last week washing away like the surf from my feet. I must remember that this training is difficult by design; I must adapt to the ever-changing conditions, whether physical, mental or external. For now, I'll flow like the waves in the ocean.
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