People, that was a grrrrreat weekend. What did you get up to? We spent a goodly portion of the holiday at my parents’ house, enjoying the water and sunshine. Dave’s younger bro was here for his very first American Fourth of July celebration, so obviously we had to make sure the weekend was epic. I also got about two workouts in (more on that after I show you a butt-ton of photos).
Here are Dave and his bro-ski getting ready for Airheading. You’ll see what I mean in a second.
Gotta put wet suits on to go in the Puget Sound, otherwise you’ll get hypothermia in 20 minutes. True story.
My dad pulled the li’l boat up onto the rocks to pick the boys up. Another true story: he and Dave are both 6’4″ and weigh about 170 pounds. Coincidence? Fate? The world may never know. But what the world DOES know is that they share clothes like it’s nobody’s business.
Ah, now you see the Airhead.
Dave came home with some seaweed in his hair, and by that time some lovely friends had come over to hang by the pool. This was workout number one, which didn’t really feel at all like a workout until I realized how tired I was later that day. You see, we played this game…
I had never played it before (clearly, judging by my poor form above). See if you can guess what we’re doing.
Oh man, those last two are classic. So did you guess what the game was? Basically, you run and jump into the pool, and the goal is to keep your head above water the whole time. That’s it. Does it sound lame? Don’t knock it till you try it. And it’s wayyyy better than doing a set of abs and lunges any day.
I mentioned that I got in two workouts this week. See, here’s the thing: after the half marathon last Saturday, I began experiencing a craptastic pain in my right foot. It has faded over the course of this week, but walking is still difficult at times. I figure it’s my body’s way of telling me that it needs a break from running, so I obliged until Saturday morning. We went on a quick four-mile run – I say “quick” because there were five of us and I let myself give into the pressure of keeping up with them. Whoops. By the end of the workout, my foot was throbbing so I iced it and decided that I’m probably going to avoid any hard, fast runs until I see a physical therapist. It sort of sucks because I don’t want to get out of the habit of running and working out. I’m actually completely baffled by the idea of training AFTER running a half-marathon. I mean, I don’t want to get in worse shape by cutting my mileage, you know?
Runners out there, tell me what you do when you’ve completed a big race. How does your training vary, and how much do you run for “maintenance” between rounds of training?
I’ll leave you all with the best picture of the weekend. Our friend, Jabez, flying.
God, he’s awesome.