Runs In the Family

What a difference a week can make.

This time last week I was anxiously awaiting biopsy results and wanting the seemingly endless weekend to come to an end.  Tonight I’m exhausted after a full weekend of landscaping, geocaching, volunteering at the Interfaith Food Shuttle, enjoying an adult beverage or two, and of course running.  The weather this weekend was ridiculously nice here in NC.  Warm temps and the time change have resulted in a serious case of Spring fever in the Evolving household.  This time I’m sad to see the weekend come to a close.

This time last year I was a week away from my first marathon.  Sometimes that seems like a long, long time ago, and other times it seems like just last week.  This year I’m slowly working through a long, slow, deliberate buildup to a Fall marathon.  Although I miss the regular abuse of the long training runs, the more relaxed approach gives me a chance to do this:

Yes, today was the first time both of my kids have ever run with me.  Yes, I was fueled by a mixture of happiness, confusion, and a fear that it was part of a cruel practical joke.  I loved every step.  The kids did about 1.5 miles with me, and then I coasted through another 3 sunny miles.  It was as close to a perfect run as I may have ever come.

The shirt and shoes are some new Pearl Izumi gear that my good friends from Outside PR have been kind enough to let me try.  They also sent me some running tights to keep my fragile legs warm on cold winter mornings.

I’m working on a review for all the gear.  So far I'll say if I were a student-athlete at BYU and loved the shirt any more I would risk being kicked off the team.  It would so be worth it.