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September 13, 2005
The only thing harder than a workout...
...is NOT doing one when you usually do! (At least for me.) No, as much as changing my running (and life in general) routine drives me insane, I was glad to have an extra day of a recovery run today before hitting the track. I ran one of the routes I ran often this summer since we stayed over at Matt's mom's house, and my legs felt like dead weights. My left hip also hurt me at the beginning of the run again; not sure what's going on with that. (Probably overuse soreness.) It was disgustingly humid out today, even early in the morning--especially for September. I didn't have Gatorade with me (just ice water) because the bottle of Gatorade that I keep at Matt's mom's house had disgusting black things floating in it. Has this ever happened to anyone else's Gatorade? It is not very old!
Anyway, I was glad I had my iPod today because my run was just not too enjoyable. My hip did start to feel better once it warmed up, but I was grumpy about the weather and also because I knew I had to miss track tonight and one of the things I like most about it is the social aspect. I was glad to finish running and come back into a heavily air conditioned house.
Matt and I met his mom and sister at his aunt's funeral in Yonkers, not too far away from where I grew up. Thankfully, neither one of us has been to many funerals so we were both a little nervous. I was thinking that since I didn't know his aunt well at all I wouldn't feel emotional, but when I walked in and saw Matt's two cousins (her daughters) and how upset they were, I realized that I couldn't help but be affected. The funeral service itself was very nice because the rabbi had known Matt's aunt very well. On the ride to the cemetary, Matt and I talked about how being involved in a temple is nice for other reasons besides enrolling your kids in Hebrew School, etc.
While we were driving 30 miles an hour on the highway as part of the funeral procession, we heard a loud pop and wondered if we had just gone over something. Sure enough, we soon realized, we had a major flat tire. The cemetary was right near Westchester Community College where I used to run sometimes, so I remembered that there was a gas station as we got off the highway. Matt's mom, in another car in front of us, saw us pull in to the gas station and we got a ride to the cemetary from her while the tire was being fixed. Talk about unfortunate timing!
The burial was especially sad because she wasn't the first member of the family to be buried. Matt's aunt had a third daughter who died when she was almost 4, so her gravestone was right next to the plot where we were burying. Both mother and daughter died of cancer, reminding me how widespread a disease it really is.
We had lunch when we got back to Matt's mom's house and hit the road for Boston in the mid-afternoon. I slept most of the way so it wasn't a bad trip for me! I sort of felt like running a couple of miles when I got home, but I knew I was doing it just because I hadn't gone to track and felt guilty, so I convinced myself the healthier thing to do would be to take a little walk with Matt. Perhaps that decision will pay off in the morning when Mary and I attempt the workout on our own...I hope so!
Posted by becky at September 13, 2005 8:50 PM