We are runners, and runners run.
Well, well, well. Momma N seems to have been going through a state of confusion.
Warm and humid one day, windy the next. Followed by pleasant temps, without any wind! Oh, and just for good measure, let's drop the temps (by 30+ degrees) and threaten a late-season frost advisory!
Bless her dear erratic heart, at least she didn't throw any snow in my direction.
While the mayham was at the minimum, the month's fly-by-fast momentum was at the max.
Crazy how the (almost) 31 days of May seemed to have gone much faster than the 30 of April. But who am I to complain? May ushered us away from all the cold crap of Winter, and now we are approaching the official start of Summer.
Before I cue the warm weather bliss, allow me to share a few Mayfessions...
The long run ain't easy.
Rightly so, it should have some level of difficulty to it. After all, the long run commands a long distance, often times a longer distance than previously (recently) run.
It can be both exciting and stressful. It can be downright defeating. It also can be ever-so-empowering.
More often than not, one doesn't know how a long run will play out...until it's actually happening. The best we can do is to prepare for it...
Well, it wasn't a total washout.
But, it did come close (at times). After several weeks with little-to-no precip, the rain gods felt it was due time to send some of their love to Iowa... like, on the daily. Momma N also contributed summer-like temps, complete with summer-like humidity levels...also on the daily. Lucky us!
I'm not exactly sure how I managed to dance around all the rain, but I was able to get all of my runs done (outside) this week. Thankfully, on the occasions when I was able to sneak out for said runs, my energy level(s) and pace worked in my favor. No complaints, and no regrets. That's just the way I like it.
Before I share the details, welcome to the Weekly Run Down!
Every step counts. And, this year, those steps happened outside.
The 2021 Iowa Fight for Air Climb, took to the steps at Principal Park in Des Moines. The date was May 15th. The new outdoor venue was perfect, the climbers were ready, and all the necessary COVID protocols were in place.
So we came, we climbed, and we conquered.
It was an interesting week, in more ways than one.
There were plenty of switcheroos happening, changes of routine, and juggling of workouts. Most everything got done, but there were a few instances of unplanned rest as well. Oh, and there was a new venue to an old favorite event.
Best of all? I'm still standing, and I'm smiling as I do so.
