Longest run of my life – 22 miles (35K)
Second 5 miles with Chalupa group
Since one good run deserves another, after running and having Starbucks with Natasha, went to join our Sunday Chalupa group for another 5 miles. It was Sharmila, Malobika and her two daughters. The rest must be on vacation or enjoying the last weekend before school starts.
Here is an interesting coincidence. The guy who took our picture after the first run at the Starbucks where Natasha and I ran from this morning turned out to be actually a barista at the Starbucks that we went to after my second run!! I was getting ready to order when he came out from behind those coffee counters and asked “You put in another run?” I was of course “What are you doing here?” π That was some coincidence!!
5 miles with an old friend
Caught up with Natasha Balseca early morning over a 5 mile run and a Starbucks coffee. I had run with her for the first time nearly 8 years back and had not seen her for a long time – ever since she moved to Ecuador. Heard some great stories about Ecuador – need to visit that country with the family. It was great seeing her after some time and catching up on her family…
Saturday Run
5 mile run in a beautiful wildlife refuge
An important lesson learnt – if you want to grow half an inch in height quickly, be sure to forget your running cap in your hotel when you go for a run in a wildlife refuge. While the surroundings were calm and serene and there were some of the most beautiful birds to be seen, the number of bugs dropping on my unprotected head and biting me was devastating. Half the time I was slapping my head as I ran – I suspect like you would do to a horse if you wanted it to run faster.
Although, I admit just the quietness in John Heinz National Wildlife Refuge was worth it this morning…
I have an unhealthy relationship with running!!
This morning when I woke up, the first thing I was greeted by was a message from my training routine app saying βToday is an easy 5K runβ. I am all for easy stuff in life. Excitedly, I got up, packed my running bag and headed out for work. The day went swimmingly by with all sorts of meetings and phone calls. Then the clock struck 6:30. Time to take a break, I told myself.
Went to the restroom at the place where I was working and started changing into my running clothes. And that is when I realized that I had a math problem!! Rummaging thru my entire gym bag, the total number of shoes I fished out equalled to a big fat zero!! I had forgotten to pack my shoes!! Totally stunned, I started weighing my options. For a few seconds, I entertained the idea of running in running clothes but with my office socks and dress shoes on. Even the office shoes on the floor were going βEnough, dude!! We do not need any further humiliationβ. So I went with the other sane option – if sane is the word I am looking for.
5K of running without any shoes on hard and hot concrete. You have no idea how painful it was to keep a smile on as cyclists and runners came by from the other side while mentally going βOw! Ow! Ow!β.
You probably remember how disgusted my dad is that I choose to live on a dirt road, drawing water from a well and have our own septic tank. This, he takes as a personal affront, after he fought hard to pull us out of a village in India to a town to give us a better education and living. Wait till he hears about people finding me all over the streets of Alpharetta completely barefoot – just like his folks in his village still do!!