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friday

on the road to new york

Hello! Came back from Boston last night, been on a blog mini-break for the past 3 days, here’s what I’ve been doing:

Tuesday morning: Per our routine when we visit family in Andover, my son Adam and I run my high school cross country course plus the rest of the campus, and so we did again on this sunny hot Tuesday morning, about 3 miles.  Always on this route with Adam, I’m flooded with billions of emotions.

Tuesday afternoon (2nd run of the day): In Boston, we stayed in Allston, between BC and BU, where I lived when I attend BU grad school 25 years ago; I redeemed my Fathers Day present with an awesome afternoon run with Adam down Beacon Street in Brookline, retracing miles 22 to 24 of the Boston Marathon with my son – the best gift – and then down to Fenway and back to our hotel.  About 8 miles.

Wednesday: Ran around Boston and Brookline again with Adam, past Fenway again and by the Gardner Museum, site of the infamous art heist over 20 years ago, then through the medical area and back through Coolidge Corner.  About 12 miles.  Heavenly.

Thursday: Adam needed rest after running more than usual the past few days, so I took a solo run around Allston, on Commonwealth Ave, past favorite spots of my graduate days.  

Being back in Boston, especially in Allston, always energizes me, reminding me of the hopes and ambitions of those days…and inspires me today, always.

Today: A 10 miler around the park on a humid but cooler evening in Buffalo, might go for a track workout tomorrow….

a route to run

monday

the road to new york

Arrived in Andover today on the first leg of the trip, and got in a run with my son after checking into the hotel and before heading to see friends.  We were able to find enough of a traffic-free route near the hotel grounds, around the nearby office park for a 7 miler.  Knock on wood, I’ve always been able to find a running route wherever I’ve stayed.

father’s day run

sunday

the road to new york

With a busy Saturday, and sore with a sore right toe, decided to recover from Friday’s 5k by taking the day off from running.  

Felt better on today and went for a 10 mile run.  The heat was definitely on along with the humidity, but the soaking downpour on the way home from the park cooled things down.  

Packing for this week’s trip to Boston with my son, leaving early in the morning for the road trip that we still enjoy, and really looking forward to re-tracing parts of the Boston Marathon with him – a nice Father’s Day present.

running together

tuesday

the road to new york

Thought about a track workout but didn’t feel up to it, so pushed it to tomorrow.  Instead got in a nice 9 miler with my son to the park and back on a cool afternoon.  Now a grown young adult, he seems to look older and bigger each time we run together, then I’m reminded of our shorter runs together when he was smaller and then his bike rides alongside on my long runs when he was even smaller.  Running is a big part of our bond.  Track tomorrow.

day and nite

saturday

Took a rest day on Thursday, it was about time for a break after a couple of weeks of mileage build up, physically and mentally the body was asking for one.  

Friday was a 10 miler with my son in the park, and nice run and conversation, his freshman year at college is going very well all around.  

Pushed up the mileage this afternoon in the park to 14 miles, a little tired but a good longer run.  The temps in the 30’s made it more comfortable.  The run began at daylight and ended in the dark, making it feel like I’d been running all day.

happy friday

friday

10 miles with my son this evening, cold, windchill near 0 F, a great run, hadn’t run with him in a while since he’d been away at college.  Good that we’re both in shape so that no one had to speed up for the other.  We’ll be doing more runs before he heads back to NYC.  Now having dinner.  That’s all, simply a nice Friday night, hope yours is too.

carried over

friday

The buzz from yesterday carried over to today’s 8 mile run in the park in the dark, from an excellent Thanksgiving day and dinner with my son and friends, following the tradition of an awesome Turkey Trot with my son.  

Still feeling good about the run.  Didn’t feel my best and certainly wasn’t the best race I’ve ever run, but hung in there the entire way and was rewarded with the masters win, a win I’ll treasure as much as any I’ve had because didn’t think I’d win another one at fifty years old in this race.  The good vibe from yesterday is carrying me today and maybe will carry me all the way to Boston in April…Hope everyone had an excellent Thanksgiving too.