I have hit a spot where I get easily discouraged and frustrated.
The pain is still under control. That is good.
I have reached a new milestone in distance: 6 miles. Also good.
So what is not so good?
Most of my runs over 4 miles are hard.
I struggle like a new runner or I should say like the new runner I once was.
I cannot find my "happy pace" the one where I can run for a long time and not have to catch my breath or walk.
This is hard for me. I get depressed and sometimes I want to cut my run short. But I don't. I have not done that once so far.
I cannot keep a decent pace for very long. My fitness is still not where it was.
My next race is October 28.
RnR LA half marathon.
I need to get busy and follow a plan.
The goals: finish. Faster than the OC half. Not get hurt.
That is reasonable.
After that I got Ragnar Las Vegas.
I want to be doing a lot better than now for that.
I went back home. If you are a new reader home is Quebec City Canada.
I took the red eye last Friday night (3 flights during the night actually) to get to Quebec on Saturday August 17: my day's 80th birthday.
I got there on Saturday at 11 am and we had a party for my dad that day.
I was so happy to be there.
This was the first time I went back alone since I moved here to SoCal 13 yrs ago.
I have missed many Christmas and birthdays and other family events but this one was huge and I wanted to be there.
My brother came with his 2 girls, the oldest is my Godchild.
Me with my dad and my brother. (Do you think he is older or younger ?)
With Eve, my God daughter. She is 15 and now taller than me at 6 ft!
I stayed only 2.5 days total. That was crazy. I travelled back home Tuesday all day, left my parents home at 9 am and got to my house 15 hours later at 9 pm ( midnight Quebec time).
Crazy but worth it.
I had time to see my family and a few close friends and that was great.
I even had time to squeeze a short run in my neighborhood, first one on the pavement.
I passed in front my old elementary school.
Went to one of my favorite spot called "cafe temps perdus" means "the lost times cafe"
This trip went by way too fast.
I was feeling homesick all week.
Even after 13 yrs it is still hard to be living so far away from my hometown.