I woke up very early this morning with an upset stomach and tossed and turned for a few hours before finally getting out of bed. Ugh, I hate feeling sick. I blame the two half rotted avocados I had for lunch yesterday, but who really knows. I tried to call Mary and cancel our run, but I couldn't reach her by phone and before I knew it, she was here and ready to run. When I explained how sick I was feeling, she simply said, "we'll stick to the woods and you can step off the trail as often as you need to. No problem." No problem for her, anyway.
Surprisingly, although my stomach never did settle down, our run went very well. We ran eight miles of single track. What a difference a week makes. I sure was struggling on my runs until this week. We averaged under ten minute pace on winding trails, and I didn't even stop the watch for dashes off the trail and into the woods. Not bad for two semi-retired runners!
We talked about 5K's since there was just a big one in Portland on Mother's Day. Neither of us had looked at the results or heard anything about the race results. We declared ourselves "officially out of the loop" now. Then we went on to estimate (fantasize) about how fast each of us could run a road 5K at this point in our lives with the right kind of training and a small dose of desire. We have each run under 18 minutes for a 5K in the past, and like to pretend we could still do that. But we both finally admitted breaking 24 would be a miracle for either of us right now. We sure do crack ourselves up! At least all our fantasizing and bragging kept my mind off my stomach issues during the run, but now I have to go lie down for a while.
Tomorrow, I am going to try to get over to the high school in North Conway after work to see Mary's daughter run the mile and the half mile. She won both events last week. Hooray, for the next generation of speedy girls!