My 3rd Father's Day ExperienceAnd so today's was Father's Day. A day I have yet to fully embrace, as it is a bit hazy every year when faced with the fact that, yes, I am a father, and will soon be a father of two. It really doesn't hit me... getting gifts, having a festive day. In my life, every day is Father's Day with the bumbling bundle of energy that is my daughter, Madelyn, Mrs. Go-to-sleep-at-10pm-and-I-don't-nap-and-run-around-all-day beauty of a girl.
We started off the day heading over to our good friend's house, John and Tanja (Radovic) Eckart. Tanja is a rabid soccer fan for her home country Croatia, and today was Croatia versus Japan. Actually,
my day was supposed to start out with a 15-mile long fartlek run at 6:30AM and then we would head-out to the Eckart residence, but I felt my injury slightly in the morning, and figured it would be best to rest. Yeah, once again, a crappy rationalization not to run early in the morning. Anyway, Perla and I headed off to Dunkin' Donuts and Einstein Bagels for breakfast treats, and then it was off to see the World Cup.
Croatia ended up tying Japan, which is basically a loss for the soccer-powerhouse country. It was quite fun watching the game, pretty much highlighted in Croatian, as Tanja and her friend (both over 6' tall and ex-professional volleyball players) lived and died with shot on goal after shot on goal. John was dressed nicely in a Croatian jersey of Prso and a silly Croatian hat, which I wish I had a picture of for the blog. But, Tanja was so thoughtful of Madelyn while in Croatia for three weeks, that she purchased a Croatia outfit for Madelyn, which she proudly wore all Father's Day (and which we had to explain all of our family that Perla is Mexican, not Croatian.. okay, not really, but everyone asked the significance of the Croatian girl in the house playing in her new Hello Kitty Castle that my mom bought her).
So, we spent the day with all my immediate family, watching Brazil defeat Australia and Korea wonderfully tie France. I finally changed out of my Mexico jersey in favor of a nice orange Lacoste polo my sister bought me for the occasion. But, all the while, I kept thinking about my long run. 15 miles of fartlek. It laid on my mind like dirt on a coffin. Every passing hour was more and more guilt etching itself in my subconscious, threatening my manhood.
Jake went long today.. so did Armando.. you know everyone else is out training...And, finally, I got a break, got dressed in my black CW-X short tights and headed out to Parrot Jungle for my 15 mile run. Last week I had run the same fartlek, but only covered 13 miles. This week I had two more miles. I started out feeling sluggish, but soon I realized I was lighter on my feet and quite smooth and strong. I had been dreading this run because last week's effort was so difficult. It was 85 minutes of agony, muscles aching, lungs expanding, joints creaking, tendons tearing.
But, already, this run was feeling much more positive. I wasn't as anxious. I realized I had a long way to run and that I needed to be patient. I realized I didn't have to sprint madly at every fartlek interval. The more miles I ran, the looser and stronger I became. My pick ups became more and more effective and efficient. I was picking up the pace in 85-degree heat without a problem. Everything was operating well, and in the last 10-minutes I picked up the pace and knocked off my last mile in 5:35. Amazing. Just a week ago all I could close was in 6:10. Just four days ago I could only manage 5:50 pace for a 4 mile tempo.
Once again, I realized that only hard work pays off in this sport. The time allotted to drills, rehad, strides, mileage. Everything. A great cap to the week, but more importantly, this long run was a well-deserved present for Father's Day and finished off a wonderful day, that will hopefully only get more wonderful if the Heat can beat the Mavericks tonight. Thanks for tuning in...