Anyway, you can probably surmise that we ran 6 miles on Saturday. And because we were running a shorter distance, it was really nice to not start running until 6:00 am for a change; I liked setting my alarm where the first number was a 5 and not a 4. It was cold, right around 32 degrees, but by now I've got my gear figured out and except for my standard frozen fingers for the first couple of miles, I was comfortable. Diane was still out of town on her Christmas holiday, so it was just Cary and I who ran together, which was nice as we had a couple of weeks worth of stuff to catch up on. Considering this was the first time I'd run in 9 days, and the first time Cary had run in two weeks due to the cold she was still dealing with, the run went well and we ran fairly fast for us, thanks to the cold weather.
This was our last long run before the Houston half marathon, which is on Sunday. If you'd asked me a month ago, I would have said I was decently prepared for the race. But the problem with a half marathon coming so close after the holiday season is that sometimes you get off track with your training, and although I really only missed one long run, I did miss several weekday runs thanks to the extremely cold weather and the long drive, and now, I just don't know. I mean, I know I'll finish the distance, but I suspect it might be more of a struggle than usual - and believe me, running 13.1 miles is ALWAYS a struggle for me, it's just a question of at what point during that distance will the struggle become evident? Generally I have my "I can't do this, I want to quit" moment right around 3 miles (yes, 3 miles, which is ridiculous I KNOW), and then I physically start to hurt around mile 8, and that becomes rough as I grit my way through another 5+ miles. Hey, maybe that won't happen until mile 12 this year? One can hope...
But Diane is in the same boat as me, so we're planning on just enjoying the race, soaking up the experience as much as possible, and in the end, we'll cross the finish line, same as we always do. And if any other Renegades need to join us as we run around downtown Houston, we are happy to have them - the more, the merrier!
After our run on Saturday, we changed into warm, dry clothing and headed over to Blue Baker, where this was waiting for us:
Two giant loaves of ciabatta bread! Our baker is so good to us.
It was great fun to be with everyone after being gone for two weeks, and I was sitting right next to Logan, so I couldn't resist taking some pictures:
I love this - it looks like he's pondering what he's going to say to me. Oh, and also? He's found his voice and was making all kinds of noise, probably trying to rise up with the loudness of the Renegade chatter (but we were still much louder).
And then, his eyelids started fluttering, which elicited all kinds of "awwwws" from everyone around him...and then he was out! Adorbs.
Yesterday morning Jeff, Diane, and I ran a couple miles around our neighborhood, and we'll do the same tomorrow, weather-permitting (currently rain is in the forecast). And then, it's race day! We're ready...I think.