June 5th 2017, 55 degrees off and on pouring rain. 5.84 miles.
“Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day;
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way.
Oh, Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be.
Oh, Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me?” – Mamas and the Papas, Monday, Monday
Woke up to the sound of pouring rain at 4:58. My wife rolled over and said “Why are you getting up so early?”
I responded that it was the same time I always got up, but because of the rain it looked dark out. I went to bed last night around quarter past nine. Truthfully I had been nodding off since 4:00 PM. Something about these morning runs has my clock tweaked to be tired in the afternoon.
I went fairly hard and long with Ryan yesterday. We ended up doing a big 15.4 mile loop in the trails. It got warm and I ran out of water with about an hour to go. When I got home I mowed the lawn to get in front of the next rainy patch coming this week.
Was wondering how my legs and body would respond this morning.
Teresa was up and getting ready for work in the kitchen. She told me I looked tired.
Got out with the dog into the trails. Standing water in the trails, but was able to avoid most of it. Wasn’t a cold rain. Under the canopy it still comes down but it’s filtered through the foliage and has a less direct nature.
Wore my Brooks rain shell. Best piece of equipment I ever acquired. I got it from them when they sponsored our ultra team in the first Ragnar New England. That was about 10 years ago. (We won our division – 6 person team made up of people who met over Twitter – 200 miles in 24 hours)
It’s a clever piece of kit. It is safety yellow. It is wispy thin and light. It rolls up into its own pocket about the size of a big fist. It doesn’t keep you dry, per se, but it keeps you comfortable. It works with the weather. Staying dry when running in the rain is fool’s errand. You’re going to get wet, whether from the inside or the out.
When I went searching for the “Monday, Monday” clip on YouTube just now I, of course, was served up related items. California Dreamin’ was probably their biggest hit. Reminds me of how much I distrust Silicon Valley and their cult of deconstructionist know-it-alls.
And, “Leaving on a Jet Plane”, written and performed by Mama Cass Elliott. Boy she had a great voice. Reminds me of all the Monday mornings I’ve spent in airplanes over the last 30 years. I always saw it as adventure. Maybe it was more escape? Probably a bit of both.
“Kiss me, and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, and hold me like you’ll never let me go.”
I ran a different loop this morning. More elevation but less mud.
Legs were tired but fine. Have a little PF in the right foot but nothing bad.
Still rotating the Hokas and the Mizuno.
Grind, grind, grind – Monday, Monday.
C-,