Wednesday was Cray Cray.
If you see my other blog, you know my Grandma has passed away.
Here is Grandma and I in 2006, As you can see I was letting my ‘fro flag fly. Grandma wasn’t. I will miss my Grandma. She reached the age of 96, in good health except for the past 10 or so days. So, I admit, while I am sad that my Grandma is no longer living on this earth, I really feel that this is not that sad. She had a good long life, and I firmly believe she is in a much better place today than last week.
So I have been dealing with this, know it should make me sad, but I really do feel ok. So training has to go on.
Today was Tempo Wednesday. I ran it.
It was windy cold and wet this morning. I considered the treadmill, but I have a speed workout on the treadmill tomorrow. So I decided if I could bear the weather, I should today. Plus…running a tempo up and down hills is very helpful. Running on a flat TM…less so.
As I headed out the gym door, the front desk lady called out… “but it’s raining” Which was very motivational…suddenly I wanted to be tougher and so I shrugged and sauntered out there.
It was raining a tiny bit and cooler and windy…
Belgian painter Cels created this tiny scene, and my town looked just like this in the morning today.
I then went to work, where we had overcrowding problems, behavioral issues, and a variety of other issues. My day was just not working well. In the end it all worked out fine, but every few minutes, I was dealing with problems.
My Boss is really into the niceties of society. Apparently funerals follow under this, so a great deal of attention was paid to me, which maybe didn’t need to be. I was mostly trying to get things done.
After work, I headed to the gym. Coach and I had an enjoyable talk, mostly about Pee valves for dry suits. (Man oh man, we are an odd bunch of folks.) Eventually he reminded me that I had a cycle on the schedule. So I cycled. nothing to see there.
I’m pleased with my tempo run. I’m having a bit of guilt about going about my regular life feeling ok even though my grandmother is no longer with us. But I’m also kind of not so sure what I can do. I have to function, nothing I do is going to bring her back, and I am not so sure that “bringing her back” at age 96 is something she would want. I think she was ready for heaven.
So it’s all going along splendidly.
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