Training Log Archive: Charlie

With my most esteemed training partner, the lovely Jess, along the Blue Ridge Parkway trail, out and back. A brief interlude in an otherwise whirlwind few days, dealing with things about my mom's estate, and having a memorial service and gathering.

The memorial service exceeded my expectations by a factor of about 100. Very eloquent and moving remarks from several of her friends, particularly her chaplain friend who gave the most meaningful and personal speech for about 40 minutes. I was pretty overwhelmed by it.

It was fascinating to hear how much my mom meant to these friends, as she didn't really let me into that part of her life.

Hurt my left foot, and it was really weird. Just working down in Providence minding my own business yesterday, and when I got up at 6 to go home, my foot was really sore, top medial side just inside the big toe joint.

So today I can barely walk, it's swollen and somewhat discolored. What gives? No apparent mechanism of injury.

C • foot 7

Rhonda's morning class, before taking off for Providence for the day.

McLean Game Refuge, with Rhonda. No track today - couldn't get the satellites to come up. It kept asking me if I was indoors and I lost interest. Found them fine on the dashboard on the way home. Pace was faster on second half, and quite a bit faster than Sunday.

Rhonda's morning class, which has now migrated to the strangely more convenient hour of 5:30 am.

The longer of this summer's two sprint courses. I thought I might do both of them, but this was hard enough.

With Rhonda at McLean. A very gentle pace - Rhonda dealing with the cumulative fatigue of her last week in Asheville, me with the dregs of my cold. Just what we needed, I think.