Finally, another strong week of running in the books. However, I don't really know how many miles I actually ran. And I don't really care. I have eschewed the notion of "training," and have instead decided to focus on the simple joy of running.
My first run last week was on Wednesday while I was in Houston, where I had no knowledge of local running areas. I just set my watch timer and started running, returning to my hotel after 54:33. On a good day, that would be six miles, but it's been months since I've had such a good day.
Thursday, I took the same unplanned approach, but for a run of 32:48, which is easily a three-miler. But still, I didn't verify the distance.
These runs were a welcome relief from the previous three weeks when I was attempting to train for my first race of the season, yet the combined mileage of those weeks don't even add up to 20.
I was also probably a little high from the sudden jolt of Vitamin D, as I didn't see a single cloud in Houston--not to mention the temperature being a good 30 degrees warmer than it has been in Akron.
I returned home from my work trip feeling pretty happy about my running. I wanted to keep it up. Instead of returning to my usual routine of carefully mapped routes or marked running paths, I decided to continue the unplanned "runabouts."
On Saturday, I set out from my front door and just ran, venturing into neighborhoods I have never seen, as I ran for a little more than an hour. While in Berea, Ohio, on Sunday morning, I did the same, exploring little-known territory for an hour and a half.
I have resisted the urge to go to MapMyRun.com and see how far I went, and instead I've just enjoyed the spontaneity of my runs. The weather in Northeast Ohio has even cooperated, getting above freezing for the first time in weeks.
My racing plans are up in the air. The Shamrock 15-K is two weeks away, but I have just learned that I will be in Canada the day before for a big dancing-drinking-shindig. The race starts at noon, so it's possible to get back in time to toe the line, but is it probable? As a replacement, I could go international and run a 5-K in Windsor, Ontario, which would be cool but not very challenging.
And, oh hey, this is my 500th post.