Maxwell and I did great despit the driving rain - him with 27:42, one of his 5K best times, and me with a half marathon PR of 1:52:19. Now I am a bit giddy from running and we're both showering up before heading off to lunch. Maxwell wants pierogis again, of course.
Maxwell and I actually made it to Gdańsk despite all of Cara's threats not to hand over the passport. Maxwell and I had fun playing in the sauna, steam room, salt ice cave, etc. they have here at the Hotel Gdańsk after we had burgers in the city. Everything is so cheap here! I want to talk to him about the divorce because it's constantly on my mind, but I need to let him forget it and have fun this weekend.
So I've been doing a lot lately, but I haven't really written much about it because, well, the love of my life is divorcing me. Today I took the kids up to Lyderhorn. It was the first time Zara had climbed Lyderhorn, and Maxwell and I had only done it once before in snow. Zara especially enjoyed Kvarven Fort with it's cannon and secret passages. There were a lot of people up there, and we lunched near the cold peak. Then we came down the other side toward Loddafjord.
This morning I ran down to Big Creek Cemetary and back as I have several times times since I've been here. Over the weekend I did a much longer run down the Greenway and back, but the Greenway is not lit so not great for running on in the predawn dark.
This evening I ran again and just a little further past the cemetary to the fire station. Then I kinda petered out and walked a bunch on the way back. I talked to Alora on the phone though for part of that walking, and she is sick and kinda sad about her parents.
Today I ran from Grandma's up past Big Creek Cemetary and then back. It's the second time I've done this run in the predawn dark on this trip to the US. Last week at the beach I did some running, but most days I opted for a 10K bikeride instead. Leaving HHI Saturday morning I hurt my back. Badly. I hurts to sit up straight or to lift anything or to bend over, etc. I've done yoga every day to try and cope. It's hard being wracked with the pain of a broken body as well as a broken marriage. I just keep hearing Thanos over and over in my head:
"I know what it's like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right, yet to fail nonetheless. It’s frightening. Turns the legs to jelly. I ask you, to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now, it's here."
Haven't been much on the running this past week. Done some yoga. Did a fjelltur. Helped some friends move. But today I got back to running. I was going to run along the flat edge of the Nordåsvann, but it was too depressing so I headed up into Bønes and got a little lost on the trails between houses. Still, it was a good run.
Ran the Bergen City Milen in the rain. It was a nice flat course, but I didn't think I was running very fast. I was hoping to make under an hour, but I ended up finishing just 2 seconds over my PR. Kinda wish I had known while I was running so I could've pushe that little bit more for the PR. C'est la vive.
Facebook, it seems, has walled off their garden from ALL other apps. So my 10K run to the Stoltzen start didn't automagically post there from Strava any more than any of my tweets this week. It was a great run though. And then I climbed the Stoltzekleiven with Marita. A great afternoon!
First training run on this new programme!
Last change was on 19 January 2019 by
Bradley James Wogsland.