Lament

We went for a run today and M commented that I had used the word “lament” on more than one occasion recently. This puzzles me and I simply can’t remember how or when I used it (though I don’t doubt he’s right). It makes me feel bad because it is a sad word, and I really am not sad these days. So I remain puzzled.

The half-marathon is a mere five weeks away. M went with me on my long run over the weekend (9 miles) and it is probably the last long run he’ll do with me from beginning to end. It was a good run, through my little town. Slow, but I had a definite sense of accomplishment when I finished. And also a sense that I would be able to complete the half.

One thing that was different was that instead of using a sports gel I used a sports drink. At the 10K the sports gel did my gut no favors. I’m not sure if the sports drink has enough of everything, but at least for the 9 miler it worked just fine. I’ll try it again this weekend on a 10 mile run.

The goal for the half has changed, by the way. I was wanting to run it under 2 hours, but now I’m to the point of: 1. No injuries. 2. Finish. 3. Run the entire thing. And oh yes, enjoy it as well.

Next topic - last night I discovered yet another critter...a mole track in my backyard. Ugh ugh ugh. That battle begins today.

As for the image on this post, I have not recently had time - or taken time - to put pen to paper. I am hoping to change that.