But needless to say, running didn't go perfectly during that time. I got in some good runs, including on the day of his funeral, and some bike rides with my dad too. Nothing like family time.
Then last weekend, I moved back to DC. My parents are fantastic and were really helpful in getting my settled into my new place. But, as I am sure so many people know, moving and running don't necessarily go hand in hand, so I missed a couple of runs. Moreover, moving back to crazy hot-in-the-summer-DC is not conducive for the best running either. Man, it was 50 degrees in the mornings in Santa Cruz - I could even get away with short sleeves! And in Rochester, it would at least be only 70 degrees. But this is hot hot hot! I got so spoiled with my summer - I know that most of the country had it hot and humid all summer, but man alive - this is hard! I haven't really had a stellar run yet. A couple of runs have just been cut short because of the heat - I keep wilting when it's 86 degrees. When I was home in Rochester, I could run 8 minute pace all day long no problem. Here, I'm holding onto 8:15-8:30 pace with no inclination of picking things up. I am hoping that soon, the weather will cool down a little and I'll get my kick back. I'm going to (try to) not get too worked up about some missed runs. A few skipped runs ultimately won't make a difference. I know that, I've been told that, and I've told others that too. But still, seeing as I have a teeny bit of a perfectionist streak, it's still a hard pill to swallow. But I will press on and wait to bounce back.
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