I mapped out a 16-17 mile loop in Forest Park that I figured would take me about 3-1/2 hours. Since I was running by myself I didn't want to start too early so planned to arrive at the trailhead at 7:30. I don't know what's with my stomach lately, but I was not feeling good on the drive over. I seriously considered turning around and going back to bed! But the thought of bagging the run and the remorse and regret I'd feel later was worse than the thought of running with an upset tummy. A huge 5k would take place on Sunday and I knew I couldn't postpone because I really didn't want to have to navigate around that race to get to the trails. So I sucked it up and started my run as planned. I reminded myself that there have been many times where I've felt crappy and gone on to have great runs. And true to form, once I started running, I really didn't feel bad at all.
I've been pushing myself the past few weeks, anxious to move back up to that higher level I was at earlier this year. I don't run everyday so I've enjoyed some rest. But I have run with tired legs most of the week. On Saturday I didn't feel like I was going to break any speed records, but I could sense that I was starting to rebound. I kept an even pace and ran most of the hills steadily. I was surprised at how effortless the hills felt...like I was on an escalator. The highlight of the run was seeing a coyote. I've seen one at FP before, but this time I came a lot closer. He stood at the side of the trail and watched as I approached. I got pretty close before he finally turned away and jumped into the forest. A nice reminder of how lucky we are to have this wilderness in the city.
Today there was the possibility of a family outing. But when the time came, the boys decided they would rather shoot some hoops. That was fine with me because then I could go at my own pace. I needed a little over 8 miles to make 40 for the week, which I'd like to keep as a minimum weekly mileage. I ran a loop that took me down to the Springwater Corridor, by the Willamette River. During the week, when its early and the city hasn't quite woken up yet, I'm fine running on the streets. But when its midday or evening I need to get away for the cars and onto a trail, even if it is paved. The only problem with this route is that the last 2 miles were uphill. Honestly, those last two miles were a struggle. But I got my 40 mile week!