Sunday, August 10, 2014

Breaking Training

We do not run in a Peter Pan world; forever young until we are not.  We age by degrees and can quantify the decline in our physical abilities.  Thank God for age groups!  The perplexing thing is not that it happens.  It is that we are shocked when it happens to us.

I had the great luxury of spending the weekend with some old friends;

Watching the Rockies Win!


Playing a round at the Vail Golf Club!


Eating at Yama Sushi!


And hiking in West Vail!

 

It has been a very good summer for the Mather clan and we treated ourselves to a vacation at the swanky Phoenician in Scottsdale, AZ.  Not surprising, it was really hot there – like Badwater hot.  The temperature hit a high of 109 degrees.  When I left the hotel at 4:30 AM to go for a run it was 88 degrees.

On Thursday I ran a 10 mile out-and-back route along the Arizona Canal.  At the turnaround I stopped to remove a pebble from my shoe.  To my surprise, when I bent to untie my shoe I saw several small shells.  I put a few in my pocket before shuffling back to the hotel.  Those shells were Quagga Mussels which cause hundreds of millions of dollars in maintenance and damage repairs to public works around the country.

It was nice to have a little diversion from hard training.  I still ran and swam, but my mileage / yardage for the week was much lower, as was the intensity of the workouts.  I swam with the Sun Devil Masters team two of the days.  On Saturday I joined the Mummy Mountain Runners for a 10 mile loop around their namesake peak.  It was a spectacular tour past the mansions of Paradise Valley.  Adding the distance to, and from, the meet-up place gave me 16 miles for the day.

Lounging by, and in, the Phoenician’s mother of pearl pool gave me time to cast my eyes to the future.  My next race is the Highlands Ranch Half Marathon on Labor Day.  Beyond that I’m not really sure what my running future holds.  No one sees around life’s corners and that is a blessing.  Whether we saunter, shuffle or sprint we greet events in stride.  Savor the surprise. 

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