Everybody likes Hot Chocolate, right? Me included. A little hot c straight up after a 15 k run in the middle of Chicago when it’s only 47 degrees sounds warming and inviting….that’s what I’ll be doing Saturday morning.
In preparation, Vachee led our run clinic last Saturday giving us long hill repeats with gradual accelerations on the flats. Lots of flats…then more hills. Pacing was important so we didn’t tire out at the end – and it was a 1:00 hour plus workout.
I tried kickin’ my butt with my heels as I went up the hills, going as hard as I could without falling over It helped me gain some momentum and the extra umph I needed to get up the hill at the top. And I didn’t feel that I exerted too much.
After dashing home after the clinic, Eric was already off to football practice game walk-through and Brad was organizing his haunted house in our garage with his friends. They worked on it Friday after school, then most all of Saturday and more on Sunday. This was a dedicated bunch of 13 & 14 year olds scaring up some screams for Halloween. It was also a lesson in cooperation, negotiation, and teamwork – more than anything else. I was was impressed with their hard work – taking a few breaks here and there to play some football in the back yard- but hey, they kept at it and produced a great “show” yesterday!
Trick or Treaters were lining up to go through the haunted house- only to find that it was closed a few times because of wall issues. Apparently, a few plastic walls were pulled down by accident when scared kids reached out or ran into a wall by mistake. It was dark in there and the strobe lights were going. And the scary music…and creepy skeletons…they thought of it all.
We survived…as did the kids who were brave enough to design the “house” and those who walked through. I like a good scare now and then – gets me running faster when I think I might be chased.
Eric finished up his football and got started right away on basketball. Brad’s in a hiatus right now until basketball starts for him. Love those indoor, 1 hr games with no elements to contend with.
The lightening sirens sounded on Sunday and rain pelted down in the last quarter of Eric’s Jr. Titan game. The game was getting rough – players limped to the sidelines crying from being hit too hard.
Running or soccer next year, Eric? Please?
A 10-mile run yesterday on another gorgeous fall day and I’m feeling very ready for the 15k on Saturday. Looking forward to lacing up!
