Patience; the new endurance sport.

I ran up the inlet and down toward Myrtle Beach from Cherry Grove.  It is so humid that my clothing is literally stuck to me by the end of the run.  As if I'd stepped under the hose and that clingly 'performance' material, once wet, leaves little to the imagination.  Oh those lucky, lucky early morning beachcombers.  I met a young high school girl doing Yasso's in 5-fingers.  She was working really tough out on the hard sand.  Good girl getting her work outs done on vacay.

Did a little run around the inlet.  It's so pretty there, but I didn't get started soon enough (slept in after partying all night).  By 7:00 a.m. it is hotter than blazes.  The humidity and heat combined literally feels like a sauna when you step oustide the beach house. 

Went 5 on my own down Ocean Drive and then 2 on the sand with my sis.  I was surprized to see my averages on the sand are still in the 9:30's.

Last run on the beach.  I ran half on and half on the street.  I will surely miss running at sea level.

Did my miles running circles around the 100 acres of my family's farm.  This time around keeping my eyese open for cottonmouths.  Man it is hot and humid.  Have I mentioned how humid it is?

Took a short little jaunt around the neigbhorhood up to the cemetary to watch the sunset. It's going to be tough getting back into the swing of things. I hate going back to real life

17 days of vacation later. I did my best to show my kids the country and all their buried great-greats in South Carolina. I am beat. At least the sun isn't rising until well after 7 so I can get some extra sleep. My body feels like lead.

I had such a great run.  Just a run around my favorite places these days--the river side trail, the vintage park loop (love the rock river and flowing water).  I also stopped in at the Riverwoods to visit the ol' 3B Yoga Studio and my friends there.  The morning was so cool and fresh.  I love these days into November.  Late Summer and fall are just my most favorite times of the year. 

Ran with my newest boy Gerrardo (international student) going to play basketball for Timpview.  He's a respectful good boy.  Just a little younger than the others we've hosted.  My other boys are all off at college now on scholarships.  This one has more academic promise than the others, which I prefer. But he's not a bad baller, and he's disciplined.  These basketball players have such a  hard time to KEEP ON running. They try to run me faster, but only last at that pace about the length or two of a basketball court. I have to teach them how to maintain a steady pace. Every single one of them does the same thing.  I know they could run faster than me (once they get used to running) at a sustained pace.  They but none of them like the sustained, prologned pace they just don't have stamina or patience for.  I always tell them-- running will teach them patience and build their endurance since what they have to learn is how to "just keep" going long after they're board with the running process.  It's good mental endurance for them.

Met Cath at wills at 6:30 not quite sure I could run all 8 miles. But we chatted along in the cool pre dawn, enjoying the warm puffs of canyon morning breezes.  We drank from the fountain of youth, stopped at the bathroom and by the end, even I was doubting my decision to forfeit St. George. 

Running into the mouth of the Canyon, there was a group of lythe, muscular, shirtless young men (maybe 20 or more of them) standing in a group on the trail. They were standing in a group talking, or maybe waiting, and when they saw me coming from behind, the parted like the red sea to line either side of the trail and began cheering with their arms up as if I were crossing a finish line. So I ran past smiling and holding my arms up in triumph as I sprinted past. It was a most wonderful random running moment. It was as if they had been waiting for me to arrive, and encoraging me to keep on doing my thing. It didn't hurt that they were young, tan, and sweaty either. Happy Tuesday fur shure.

Finally all the kids off to school at the same time. I can actually run now between seeing them off for school and work as long as I don't run more than 5 miles. I'm surprized by my pace. 9:15-30's are feeling easyish, whereas all these past months, pulling 10's was like death. It has taken me a full year to get over running anywhere but "MY" trail. But I'm getting there. I still try to find beauty in the proximity of the mountains, the vistas of the lake from the bench, and looking at people's gardens and landscaping. I do get down to this side of the trail---which is landscaped in the most lovely way--I just hate running along side the cars, their noise & smell, and my perceieved invasion of personal space and private time. I'll get down to "My" end of the trail for few Saturdays with Cath. Back in May, that 2 mile segment from the Utah Lake to Geneva Road (Provo Half marathon), it didn't feel like "My" trail anymore.