Long Way Home
I'm smack in the middle of my move.
I don't know how much I've written on this in previous posts, but I had bought out Cindy's share of the equity in the house we used to share and, after spending almost a year in an apartment my daughter not-so-affectionately referred to as the "shoe box", I am moving back to Hazel Ave, to the house I lived in before. I love that house, I love this neighborhood.
One problem, however, is that I don't yet have internet access at Hazel, and may be a few weeks until I do. This may make blogging a little more sporadic.
Hopefully it will make running a bit more regular. One result of the move is that I change, ever so slightly (the move takes me a block and a half away) the start and finish places of my routes. It's a little thing, but a very meaningful one. I thought of this when I sat on the steps of my front porch after my run this morning. Its hard to describe, but sitting there I felt home.
I've been good about running, just not about blogging. Quick recap of what I've done since I last checked in:
Friday: SMB loop, which I wanted to take part of at tempo but it didn't feel right. So I just took it easy. Timing malfunction on my watch kept me from timing the whole loop, I was going somewhere sub 8 pace on MLK. 11 miles, just as well I don't have a time for it.
Saturday: Paid a visit to the Lansdowne Sycamore on my way around the loop through Lansdowne, Yeadon and SE Philly. The tree looks well, and by choice I didn't wear a watch. This gives a much different feel to the run, a good feeling this afternoon as the run seemed less urgent. I ran at a decent pace but with the feeling that it didn't matter what pace I ran. I need to remember this.
Sunday (today): I ran home from Reba's house on a route that gave me 18 miles - 5 miles through Tinicum and then the last 13 on this route. This put the long and slow back into LSD. My legs felt creaky at the beginning and I just went with it, running the first mile in a 10:25 and never getting much under an 8:15 pace at my fastest. Tinicum, much of which is drained currently, was awash in a purple flower that is in bloom. From there, it was down Lindbergh Blvd./Greys Ferry Ave to Center City and then up MLK Drive and into Fairmount Park at Montgomery Ave. After mile 1, when I got to Tinicum, I could see the Center City skyline way in the distance, and it was a strange feeling to know that during the course of my run I would go all the way to those tall buildings and then some. Like in the Wizard of Oz, those alabaster buildings were constantly on the horizon after that, slowly looming closer. Total time was 2:35:13, about the time I'd be on my feet in a marathon.
I've still got alot of thoughts on my running that I haven't delved into. But they will come out in due time as I figure out what to do with this upcoming season.
I don't know how much I've written on this in previous posts, but I had bought out Cindy's share of the equity in the house we used to share and, after spending almost a year in an apartment my daughter not-so-affectionately referred to as the "shoe box", I am moving back to Hazel Ave, to the house I lived in before. I love that house, I love this neighborhood.
One problem, however, is that I don't yet have internet access at Hazel, and may be a few weeks until I do. This may make blogging a little more sporadic.
Hopefully it will make running a bit more regular. One result of the move is that I change, ever so slightly (the move takes me a block and a half away) the start and finish places of my routes. It's a little thing, but a very meaningful one. I thought of this when I sat on the steps of my front porch after my run this morning. Its hard to describe, but sitting there I felt home.
I've been good about running, just not about blogging. Quick recap of what I've done since I last checked in:
Friday: SMB loop, which I wanted to take part of at tempo but it didn't feel right. So I just took it easy. Timing malfunction on my watch kept me from timing the whole loop, I was going somewhere sub 8 pace on MLK. 11 miles, just as well I don't have a time for it.
Saturday: Paid a visit to the Lansdowne Sycamore on my way around the loop through Lansdowne, Yeadon and SE Philly. The tree looks well, and by choice I didn't wear a watch. This gives a much different feel to the run, a good feeling this afternoon as the run seemed less urgent. I ran at a decent pace but with the feeling that it didn't matter what pace I ran. I need to remember this.
Sunday (today): I ran home from Reba's house on a route that gave me 18 miles - 5 miles through Tinicum and then the last 13 on this route. This put the long and slow back into LSD. My legs felt creaky at the beginning and I just went with it, running the first mile in a 10:25 and never getting much under an 8:15 pace at my fastest. Tinicum, much of which is drained currently, was awash in a purple flower that is in bloom. From there, it was down Lindbergh Blvd./Greys Ferry Ave to Center City and then up MLK Drive and into Fairmount Park at Montgomery Ave. After mile 1, when I got to Tinicum, I could see the Center City skyline way in the distance, and it was a strange feeling to know that during the course of my run I would go all the way to those tall buildings and then some. Like in the Wizard of Oz, those alabaster buildings were constantly on the horizon after that, slowly looming closer. Total time was 2:35:13, about the time I'd be on my feet in a marathon.
I've still got alot of thoughts on my running that I haven't delved into. But they will come out in due time as I figure out what to do with this upcoming season.
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