|Day||Mileage / Workout||Comments|
|Sunday||Off||Did some hiking -- about 4 miles|
|Tuesday||5||Elko 4th of July 5K|
|Friday||13||Legacy Half Marathon|
|Total miles for the week: 18; YTD: 1001|
Well this week was a lot of recovery. With the temperatures increasing and my knee increasingly less happy I opted to take most of the week off. It was also ungodly hot in the area.
I did some cross training by hiking to Adams Canyon on Sunday. That is always a good way to get the heart moving, building some leg strength and getting some cardiovascular work in without the stress of speed work. I still enjoy driving past people on my way up.
|Thanks Atlantis for a nice stay in Reno|
|All the wrong food|
After the race on Tuesday I spent the week eating all the wrong things in Reno. Shari and I had scored some free stays out there so as part of a 4th of July getaway, we spent most of the week out there relaxing and seeing friends.
My knee was significantly better but as soon as I started to run on it on Friday night, I could feel it act up. And throughout Saturday I felt it complain once in a while as well. So the rubbing of what I think is the patella tendon rubbing against my knee cap is directly effected by running. Go figure.
Hopefully I can muster up the motivation this week to log some miles. It is just so bloody hot.
Well, who would've guessed? I am now the owner of a cat, which I named Oreana. Every time I've driven to Reno from Salt Lake, I'd see the exit for Oreana and Rochester Nevada and figured what a cool name Oreana was. You don't hear it too often and it sort of has a mysterious vibe to it -- at least to me.
I was joking to Shari that if I had a kid that I'd name it Oreana (presumably if it was a girl) and Midas if it was a boy (another Nevada town).
During our trip to Reno we were concerned about the cat I had found and were worried about its treatment at the shelter. I knew when I came home on Friday after work that I was going to be the owner of the one I found on the bike trail.
Oreana is a cutie and a total lover and seems to be really good. I do not think she was a feral, but a cat that was either lost or had escaped. She seemed right at home in my house. She isn't spayed and has a full set of claws... so maybe she is a feral. But she seems too well-adjusted and friendly to humans to be wild.
I am looking for "cat lost" signs on the bike trail every time I go, but for now it is looking like she is mine.
The vet gave her a clean bill of health and she appears to be 3 or 4 years old.