It just didn’t seem right. You could feel my father’s presence every where. The vacation home just wasn't the same without him being there. Still, you don’t want to damper the family vacation too much. We seem to go on vacation together every couple of years, and wasting it was just not an option. After giving it some thought, we decided to cut our vacation short by one day. Originally, we had planned to return to Atlanta on Wednesday, spend Thursday at home, then back to work on Friday. The new plan was to drive to Mobile on Tuesday, spend Wednesday with my Dad, then drive home on Thursday.
Once again, I woke up early on Tuesday morning to get my run in before we left. Sleeping in late was not high on my vacation priorities. I was out the door by 8 AM. Anything after that is just downright asking for trouble. Originally, I thought I had to do five miles, but after checking my schedule, I was delighted to see another four spot. Unlike my last four miler, this time, I carried a Gatorade with me. It actually helped a little. Hitting my required pace was difficult, but on the upside, I probably sweated off eight pounds.
We left shortly after lunch for the 3-4 hour drive to Mobile. Dee Dee wanted to take the scenic route, so we travelled Highway 98 to Pensacola before getting on I-10 to Mobile. We got there early enough for me to visit my father a couple of hours that evening. Wednesday morning, I got up early and drove with my son Jimmy back across the bay to the hospital. We spent all day with him. He was very tired. He’s not rambling as much as he was, but he just didn’t seem all that better to me. Still, if you paid attention, you could see some improvements in his mind and functioning.
Unfortunately, I missed my five mile run Wednesday. I got up early on Thursday to make it up. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not. Rest days serve a purpose, and putting 24 miles on my feet over four days may not be a good idea.
If you were wondering if the heat and humidity in Mobile is better/worse than Panama City Beach, I can tell you: bout the same. I carried a Gatorade again and ran some hills. By the time I got back, I was soaking ass wet. After showering and rousting the the boys, we drove back to Atlanta that afternoon.
Saturday, my legs actually began to feel like their old selves. I ran the hilly route in my neighborhood, and they held up fine. I was ecstatic to hit my pace target, but I was very mindful of my long run on Sunday. I didn’t want to be too aggressive and muck up my next days workout.
The alarm went off at 6 AM for me on Sunday. I was craving something different. I wanted to do my long run at either the Silver Comet Trail or Cochran Shoals. I decided on the latter since it was a little closer, and almost perfectly flat :-) I got to the park along the Chattahoochee around 7:30 AM. Good thing too, the park was filling up fast. I filled up my Fuel Belt with Gatorade and took off running along the river.
The temps were in the 70s. The sky was overcast. I even felt a few rain drops along the way. The humidity was still pretty bad, but humid and seventy is a far cry from humid and eighty. The run went rather well. I was supposed to do 9 miles at a 10:04 pace, but I came in at a 9:42 pace over all. I don’t want to hold myself back or anything! There were just tons of people running in the park and along Columns Drive, and that always helps make it interesting.
With my Sunday long run, that brought my mileage to 28 for the week. I see my highest mileage week ever in my not so distant future. This week will prove interesting. We are shaving a mile off my first run of the week, but adding 3 miles to my long run on Sunday. Happy training!
Let’s make it a great week y’all!