I ran a little on Saturday around lunch time, ugh. It already felt hot. Think the high on Saturday was 90? And of course, given the puzzle, and the fact that I was running solo, meant that I did not get out of the door early in the morning. Running in the early afternoon sucked. There were so many families out on the trail, which meant little kids who would just cut across the path with no warning, or who were weaving all over on their bikes. But I survived and was happy to have gotten at least a little movement.
I stayed awake way too late Saturday night working on the puzzle. I figured it would be horrible to have the alarm go off in just 3-4 hours to run, but I rationalized that I could nap later in the day.
But then I woke up and it was sunny out. WTF? It turns out I'd turned off my Sunday alarm last weekend (we had our anniversary dinner party and I'd planned on skipping my Sunday long run). And of course I'd never turned it back on. Ugh.
So that meant another solo run. Fortunately, I got out there at about 7:00, so it was not as hot or sunny. But it was humid and definitely warm.
I experienced chafing in the most unusual place. My collarbone/upper chest area.
You can't see it well, but those are little elephants all over my shirt. I wore it today because my heart is still heavy thinking about Nepal. I wonder if all the amazing things we saw just six short months ago are still standing, or if they are just piles of rubble now. I worry about the one person we got to know the most, a guide that we kind of hooked up with. He hasn't checked in on facebook and I hope he and his family are okay. And then I wonder about all the other people we interacted with or just saw. All the smiling people who were so friendly to us. Are they okay? Their families? Their homes? Their businesses? It hurts my heart.