[32] Enough with the lemons already

ORN:  Today, like a total moron, I ran 3x1600 intervals during the heat of the day.  And my performance reflects precisely how dumb that was, how many workouts I have skipped lately, and how poorly I have been eating.  The splits are below.  They look more like 3xOneMileTempoRuns than 1600s.  Even my best one was nearly twenty seconds over my target.  Oh well.

1. 8'09"
2. 8'24"
3. 8'34"

This weekend was a total wash, almost literally.  I went camping with some friends and Little One.  On Sunday, I was supposed to do 18 miles with my buddy Chris, the guy who shanghaied me into running Chicago with him [what seems like] about 12 years ago.  But since Wifey was at home with the bronchitis, I didn't feel right leaving my offspring with the other womenfolk for three-plus hours.  They encouraged me to go, saying it takes a village and all that, but I decided not to run and be the responsible Dad.  I told them, and myself, I would run on Monday, after going home.

 

The say if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.  Ha.

 

It rained all morning Sunday.  So Chris got soaked during his 18 miler.  I'm kinda glad I missed out on that.  Later, it dried up a tad, but overnight, the clouds burst and soaked the campsite through and through.  Chris's family, all four of them, piled into the dry pop-up with Little One and I when their tent became aquatic.  [The other couple and their kids, in a tent they borrowed from Wifey and I, were dry as a bone BTW.]  Nobody slept well, and Monday was spent cleaning and packing up for the soggy trip home. 

 

Wifey, as luck would have it, went to the emergency room over the weekend when her bronchitis took a turn for the worse.  So by Monday, she was literally sick and tired and not particularly interested in my misfortunes.  We were an unhappy lot.  Whatever energy I had in reserve for my planned 20, I spent it cleaning the camper and all our gear & clothes. 

 

It just goes to show you, when life hands you lemons, you make lemonade.  But usually your hands are covered in little paper cuts, so it hurts like the dickens, and you catch salmonella from the lemons, which were dirty, and cholera from the water, which somebody crapped in.  But maybe I am overly cynical.