I think I first saw this expression on the New Balance website. Non-runners may not appreciate that using your legs to get you around town can be scenic and entertaining.
My NYC training plan called for 31K or 19 miles on Saturday. I had to be mentally tough going into it as the usual Saturday crowd were not around. I decided to focus on putting in the time on my feet and not worry about quality as that will come in good time. I devised a scenic and mainly flat route and looked forward to taking my camera along.
Rather than the usual due south route down Strachan which is in the throes of increased traffic caused by the Canadian National Exhibition, I ran west to High Park. Between Lansdowne and Roncesvalles are a few blocks blocks of urban decay, the outcome of a busy and confusing juncture where two streetcars lines intersect. To enhance the ambience of this strip, leading the way was a man on a large motor scooter driving on the sidewalk whilst leaving a trail of marijuana smoke in his wake. Some people!
I entered into High Park by the northeast quadrant, running counter-clockwise on the trails past Grenadier Pond and then south to the lake and the Waterfront Trail.
In High Park I was watching out for friends from People to People AID Organization Canada, who were holding a fundraising walk later that morning but did not see a soul as I must have been a bit too early having set out at 7:30 a.m. That is the group for which my husband and I organized a the fundraising gala, People4Kids last April.
The fogginess of the morning set the scene for some pretty and atmospheric sights and one rather euw’ish sight which I learned upon examining the photo I took was a tent caterpillar nest.
When I hit the lake I went east for 3K and then back west through the Humber Bay Park east and then to a never-before-trod for me, destination of Humber Bay Parks – Waterfront Trail
Running through the wild flower garden I spotted what I think were American goldfinch, twittering about. In Humber Bay park east, I saw what appeared to be a female cardinal. The entrance to Humber Bay park east is quite a maze of paths and parking lots and I was on the lookout for the entrance to Humber Bay park west which I had over the course of three decades missed in my occasional forays to this area of the lakeshore.
I was successful in finding the entry point and was rewarded with a pleasant run of about two miles, out and back on this new found route. Waiting for this intrepid runner at the turnaround point were two surprises, a groundhog and an historic lighthouse.
Along the way I also spotted a photo session with a lean, blond model wearing a black negligee and a large number of scuba divers, in and out of the water.
The run itself was verging on being a “slog” but with the help of some Gatorade, I perked up a bit in the second half. I made two stops to drink Gatorade using the plastic bag technique mentioned in a PREVIOUS POST. I’ve refined this method by adding a second chamber, sectioned off with an elastic.
This weekend my husband was a model of support in that while I was out running he shopped for meat at Grace Street Meat Market, bought vegies and fruit at the Wychwood Barns farmer’s market, brought me my fatty latte from Starbuck’s (triple-venti-whole-milk-vanilla latte) and cooked me a bacon and egg breakfast.
I felt quite tired today, as though I was coming down with “something” and while I napped he went and did some essential grocery shopping and my son did the dishes after my husband had cooked breakfast again. He also cooked dinner last night and is cooking dinner while I write. Thank you, thank you my darling. This felt even more commendable given that he feels that I’m not coming down with “something” but suffering the effects of two large glasses of wine enjoyed at a party last night. Alcohol has greater effect when in hard training, this is true.
I should also mention that getting out the door this morning for a 10K run was easier for having our roommate Alain to run with. I certainly can’t complain about household support for my training.
So I got my 108KM in for this week and am hoping to hit 116 km or 70 miles for the upcoming week. I’m sure looking forward to the easy week scheduled after that. But the fatigue level of this week tells me that I am pushing myself in the way that one must, to get to the next level of fitness.
The more I move, the faster I’ll see that finish line at the New York City Marathon. Olé!