I distinctly remember, just a few weeks ago, back in March, maybe, when Spring seemed forever away, feeling a little bored by how quiet life was. Our weekends were more or less empty, which gave me ample time to get all of my chores done. I had time to read, too, and my job-job was humming along without too much input.
Right now, I kinda want to travel back in time and shout at past-me: “Stop and enjoy in, Martini! This lull will pass far sooner than you think.” Oh, how perfect hindsight is.
To make a long but tremendously tedious story short: the last ten days could not have been more full. Not only did I travel to Pittsburgh, work the Expo (which was super fun), run the half, and drive back home; I also had to work all of the senior week events my office hosts at SUNY Oneonta (which was super fun for the seniors, if exhausting for the rest of us). Saturday was Commencement, which lasts all day when you have 1000+ graduates spread across three ceremonies. Just getting to Sunday was a struggle. Mother’s Day was my first chance to get a nice long run in since I got back.
My Mother’s Day six miles were just fine, by the way. I also found two nickels so it’s a happy Mother’s Day indeed. Hope yours was equally joyful.
But to jump back a little to Pittsburgh …
I realized this was the fourth time I’ve run this race. It was my first half marathon, the one that launched my AMR tenure, in fact. Soon I’ll need to register this column for Kindergarten and the time will really start to fly.
This time around, however, due to construction, the race had to be rerouted and skip two of my favorite bridges downtown. *Cue sad trombone*
I guess that’s fine — I mean, you do need to fix bridges every now and again — and the new route was allegedly flatter. Plus, we wound around near the sports stadiums, which I’m told were a huge draw. But I’m not a stadium girl. I dig bridges. We all have our quirks.
Still. We run on. Given how tired my legs, feet, hips, etc., are after working an Expo, my plan was always to mosey this race and soak in my hometown. Marianne put up with me for all 13.1 miles. Our race, in a few pictures.
Eventually, we crossed the starting line.