Finally got off my ass and got some runs in. Saturday I turned my speed work into an easy three miler. The shin splints reappeared but not so badly that I had to stop. Sunday I knocked out an eight miler with absolutely no shin splint pain. I maintained a slow and steady pace and ran on the canal path. Not sure what made the difference, but I’m happy things are getting back to normal.
For scheduling reasons, I’m postponing my 16 miler until tomorrow. This morning I got in 3 miles and then cycled to the gym for 30 minutes of swimming (another nolhtairt!). I haven’t been swimming in over two weeks, so it was definitely time to hit the pool again.
Another busy week ahead. My mom and aunt arrive via boat on Saturday, so I have to get in all of my planned runs for this week by Friday. Then I get to play tour guide for the next six days. Awesome.
The PMSing of Mother Nature
The Eyjafjallajoekull volcano is being a real mother f*cker. First off, its name is too long. I have a firm policy that no word should be longer than my surname which has thirteen letters. The volcano is in clear violation of my edict.
Second, bitch keeps spewing ash, although god knows I haven’t seen any sign of it. I guess it’s hella far up there. The only places I know of that have had debris actually land are Iceland (duh) and the Shetland islands.
The volcano is on a glacier which is now melting and causing massive flooding in Iceland. (On a side note, the Brits say the word glacier differently. We North Americans pronounce it ‘glay-sher’ while the Brits say ‘glass-ee-r’. Freaks.) Also, all of Eyjafjallajoekull’s current activity has the ability to trigger its larger volcano neighbor Katla into erupting too. Joy.
All flights in northern Europe are still grounded. All trains are solidly booked for about a week and the cost of renting a vehicle is now astronomical.
Universities in the UK run on a three term system. Third term begins next week. However, many professors and students are trapped abroad. People who were on fieldwork, at conferences or on holiday now can’t get back and vice versa. The British government is set to deploy three naval ships to start picking up trapped Britons at various ports.
With the exception of worrying about how my mom and aunt are going to get back to the states if the flight ban continues for another two weeks (funnily enough they have a stopover on Iceland. Yeah. Fan-f*cking-tastic.), I’m lucky in the respect that I had no plans to fly anywhere so am not suffering the direct ill-effect of Mother Nature’s temper tantrum. However, I will, along with everyone else in Europe, be hit with the craptastic side effects.
Most of our produce comes from abroad. The stuff from southern Europe can still be trucked in, but everything from Africa, Asia or South America can’t get here. If the flight ban ends soon, we’ll merely be hit with increased prices on produce for a while. If the flight ban continues...I don’t even want to think about it.
Right now, I just hope the debris doesn’t land here anytime soon, because it’ll totally screw up my long runs.
Priorities, I has them.
Have a great week, everyone.