I’ve been dreading F day all week. It’s not just because of my husband’s death; it also has to do with my Step-Father’s death. They were both young and it hardly seems possible.
At the same time, I was determined to make the best of it for my children’s sake. I’d planned to take the boys to the movies in the afternoon. It seemed like a good way to occupy their minds. It was first things, first this morning; I had a run to complete.
The weather was glorious. It was sunny but cool when I grabbed my gear and drove to meet up with Cindy and Fred. I drove and thought to myself, so far – so good. Then, I turned on the radio to hear all of the Father’s Day radio shows and commentary. *sigh*
I give up; there was no use fighting it. We’d chosen to meet up in a quaint little town nearby. The neighborhood is well to do with great shopping, restaurants and coffeehouses. All around me were families parading around their Father’s on his special day.
I sat in my van and waited for Cindy and Fred to arrive. We were off and running down the paved path soon after that. The run was at a nice slow pace that I was sure would make Coach happy. We did an out and back route on a well traveled trail. The ho-hum was held at bay by great company.
Since my running partners of the day both have events next weekend, after 9.05 miles, I ran off in the other direction for the balance of my long run. I did a 5 mile loop on local the dirt trail.
At first the hill was an invigorating challenge but after a few minutes my left knee woke me up with a tug on each climbing step. I began re-evaluating my plans to run the Double Dipsea (again).
After a bit, I could modify my stride to keep the tug-o-war at bay. I continued upwards to the lovely view. Then the downhill part of the run woke up my right knee. Twinge, twinge, twinge. I again modified my stride to minimize the aggrevating movement. This was a little more difficult on the steeper sections.
Before long, I was back in town where I met up with Cindy and Fred again for coffee and “authentic” French crepes.
As for the movies:
We saw Surf’s Up. It was a little slow to start, but ended up being a cute little movie. I did find it interesting that, just like in Shrek the Third, one of the main characters Father has died. At least in this movie it was only mentioned rather than the drawn out death of Fiona’s frog-Dad in Shrek.
We survived F day. Now, it is home to pack for camp.