Certainly not getting slower

This morning Lee and I had a good run through the trails, I was sore from lifting yesterday and probably still some from Monday. The weather was cool and it sprinkled on and off while we were out but never really enough to say so, mostly I got wet from running through all the leaves and growth sticking out into the trail, heavily laden with water from the night before. On the run we met a seemingly cool older guy running, he had some sweet purple shorts, t-shirt and hat on and directed me back toward the trail when I ran right past the opening near the north side of the river.

I've been pretty hooked on making ham, egg and cheese sandwiches after I run, with just a little bit of salt and pepper on top. The key, I've found (everyone else probably already knew this) is that you need good bread. So I buy some standard bread, pre-sliced whole wheat or whatever, and then a loaf of what I now call real bread, either from Zingermans (which you can buy at Buschs or Produce Station) or something similar. And using that for a sandwich just makes it so much better. It doesn't stay fresh as long, but that just means you eat more. Today when Nick said that we in the condo could switch nights of cooking so each of us would only have to cook one night out of three, Lee said that he didn't think he'd be able to cook enough food to feed me. I didn't think I ate quite that much, but then again I always compared myself to Peter and my brother. I saw Peter have breakfast of a few eggs and then eat an entire box of wheat thins in fifteen minutes or so without thinking about it.

I made a pretty big mistake this afternoon though, we planned to go to the track at three for strides and maybe a three hundred but after running in the morning and eating afterward I wasn't hungry right away and didn't eat lunch until one thirty or so. I also made too much smoothie for lunch and when I was two-thirds through it, thought I might as well finish it even though I was already full. It didn't bother me on the warm up which was pretty easy but when we were ripping off one-fifties I thought it might make a reappearance. I held it together, I certainly would have been embarrassed throwing up from just doing one-fifties. I didn't bring spikes with me though and felt the difference on the turns keeping up with Nick and Lee, but I think it made me stay more under control. There is still so much time left, I don't want to get carried away. Nick and Lee are getting ready for big races, I'm just starting a base training phase. But there is no doubt about it, training with them will only make me faster. It was fun to have guys from the Michigan team out on the track before practice yelling at us when we went past.

Tonight I'm going back to Mott, it seems like ages since I was there last though I know it was only two weeks. The last two weeks ChildLife decided not to participate and we just went to the Main hospital which as of this summer and currently, is just too close to home for me knowing my Mom is in a similar place in a different state. Seeing the kids is far enough removed for me that it doesn't upset me exceedingly. I think there is bound to be some level of being upset when you see little kids in the hospital but if we can make them smile or laugh, we've surely done something right.