Saturday, December 12, 2009
54 and counting
The last year has been a tough year physically. It started with a bad case of plantar fasciitis that made running almost impossible. Then I pulled my right hamstring in March and again in August. Since August I have struggled with a sciatica problem in my right hip. The hip hurts all the time. It actually feels better running but when I sit for long periods of time it's impossible.
I started running every day again just three weeks ago. So this afternoon when I went out for a ten mile run along our favorite trail that borders the 6 Mile Cypress Slough. The Czarina insisted on coming along knowing full well I was short on fitness. She was determined to show no mercy. By two miles she was a good 100 yards down the trail in front of me. By five miles her lead had stretched to 200 yards. I was chugging along at about 9:40 per mile. We made a pit stop at McDonald's and started heading home. The Czarina wasn't happy because she wanted to loiter longer so by the time she started moving I was a good 50 yards ahead of her.
About three and a half miles from home she pulled up along side me. I was going pretty good clipping along at just under 9 minutes a mile. About one minute into our brief moment of togetherness the Czarina suddenly bolted ahead quickly opening up a 20 yard gap. She was moving in earnest apparently intent on teaching me a lesson. But just as we hit the seven mile mark she suddenly came to a halt and as I rolled by her she yelled, "Why are you doing this to me?" I responded, "Is there a problem?" The Czarina shot back, "Why don't you slow down!"
I just kept plugging along. I must have gotten a good 300 yards ahead of her before I stopped for water at a county park just two miles short of home. When I came out of the park the Czarina was passing by and had a good 50 yards on me. I caught up to her within a half mile and startled her saying, "You know what? Husband is still the king," as I ran by her and on to the last mile and a half home. She meekly responded, "Old Bonka is back." Bonka is her term of endearment for me.
I didn't run particularly fast for the 10 miles but the message had been received by the Czarina. No matter how old and infirm I may be and no matter how fast she thinks she can run I can always run her down and make her suffer. Just as I did in Riga in May 2009.