Well, this weekend I wanted to run the entire Ice Age Trail in the Northern Kettle Moraine State Forest. It would be little over 31 miles, and I was excited to try...considering I had tried two other times and not made it end to end. Different attempt, same story.
I simply didn't feel like running anymore. I didn't feel like taking in any Gu. Or Shot Bloks. Or even water, for that matter. The weather was amazing and the trail was just absolutely gorgeous, but I simply didn't want to run anymore. I ended up running from the North end of the forest to Mauthe Lake, for a total of 23 miles. I felt decent afterwards and enjoyed the time on the trail. After the run, I thought about trying again in a couple weeks, after deer hunting season. Maybe I will...and then again...maybe not. My last three weekends have included runs of 31, 17, and 23 miles, all on trails, and it wouldn't hurt to chill a bit and focus on my next long run being my annual "Birthday Run" in late December (29 miles this year!). After a calendar year of 7 events 26 miles or longer, it probably may actually be a bit intelligent to relax and not run for a bit.
The fact I had to pick an engorged tick off of Parsenn from my last trail run with him is going to keep him on the shelf for a while too. I. HATE. TICKS.
This site may dry up a bit presently also, then. We'll see. I've read some great blogs on off season planning and preparations and may share some thoughts, but then again...maybe not.
Ellie's belly is starting to show a bit as she enters Trimester 2 this week, and the baby inside (now the size of a peach!) has us playing a fun game on ssa.gov, going back to the most popular baby names in 1880 and seeing if any catch our attention. Still haven't seen "Glaven" show up anywhere. Nicholas came in at #17 in 1980.
So anyway, I've rambled long enough. Get off the roads. Go find a trail and run on it! And I'll talk to you soon!