after a 92-mile week two weeks ago, last week saw relatively low mileage (65), in part because of heat early in the week and in part because of stupidly consuming too much salt and my legs feeling just rotten for a couple of days as a result.
still, by this past thursday i was feeling better and successfully completed long-hill repeats (5x 1.5 miles up a dirt road, 2 miles down a trail) with each loop faster than the previous week's, and i followed this on friday with 21 on trails, starting easy and progressing the effort as i went.
crazy news from my 18-year-old son kept me occupied all day saturday; and although he and i walked together for a couple of hours, i didn't run. he and i have more walking (and talking) to do in the coming days.
perhaps the day off (and the emotional stress) left me with more to pour into a 10-mile trail race sunday morning, which i won, but largely because only the fast men showed up this year. the one woman there who would have beat me handily had just returned from her honeymoon and chose the five-mile distance instead of the ten. anyway, i'm hoping the combination of hills, distance, and effort runs will have me in shape for my next 50 miler (late july) -- and, more significantly, i hope to gain a better understanding of what's bouncing around in my son's head.
humbled, although my son's decisions aren't life threatening, they are life altering, and i'm going to have to arrive at a new stasis. it sounds as though you are navigating the new-stasis road very effectively. kudos to you.