My second visitor left earlier this week, and while she and I were able to fit in a few hikes and I did get in some short runs while she was asleep, I was no where near running all my training miles. Last weekend called for a long run of 1:45 hours at 3/1 difficulty, and I managed to squeak out a 7-mile tempo run in 58 minutes before feeling bad for keeping her waiting.
Aside from not doing enough running, I also ate way too much junk. Normally I'm not too picky about what I eat as long as it's vegan and I'm getting all my food group servings, but when this girlfriend and I are together, we become an unstoppable team of gluttonous vegan cupcakes, doughnuts, cookies, and candy eaters. It was amazing.
Right after my friend left, Fleet Week popped into town. Downtown has been packed with Giants hooligans and tons of adorable Navy hotties. Everyone who knows me even the slightest knows that I hate flying, yet I love airplanes and the idea of flight -- so the past few days have been awesome. However, again, I spent less time running, and more time watching the Blue Angels.
The view from the office.
The view from Pier 39.
I'm still learning my new phone's video recorder, so apologies for not holding this the right way. 
This morning I headed out for the second 1:45-hour long run my training program requires of me, and as I started, I felt insanely guilty that the whole time I've been in the city, I haven't actually finished many long runs successfully. The hills have killed my endurance and I have barely fit in a handful of 10-milers. Since moving here, I find myself needing to stop and walk much more than I'm used to. I knew I'd probably cover 11 miles on my route today if I stuck to a flat course, and I told myself if I were dying at the end of it, I would stop ... but I had to get to 1:45 first. If I still felt good at that time marker, I was going to make myself do the full 13.1 to prove I can still cover the half-marathon distance. To make this more clear: I have been doubting my ability to run the U.S. Half Marathon well, simply because of the hills.I planned out a tentative route that had plenty of water stops, and I also made my route include a couple long, gradual uphills, but nothing too steep. Of course, in this city, steep hills are still inevitable, and I had planned most of them to be in the first half of my run. Once I hit the slow and sluggish 1-hour mark (just a hair over 6 miles), I felt much stronger than when I started.
I finished a full 13.1 today -- the first time since the July 4th Red, White & Boom half marathon I did with my friends Julie and Pablo, and after some semi-serious health issues I had earlier this summer -- and I did so just 6 minutes shy of my personal best. I did this while taking two walk breaks, two picture breaks, and a number of stops at water fountains. I finally feel like if I get in some more solid steep hill practice before next month's race, I might be able to match, if not beat, my PR in the distance. Maybe I need to have more visitors, cupcakes, and Blue Angels to distract me...
Tai Chi-ers in Golden Gate Park.
Hello gorgeous. Nope, still not tired of you.
1: 9:32
2: 8:48
3: 9:05
4: 9:21
5: 9:52
6: 9:30
7: 9:19
8: 9:16
9: 8:51
10: 9:52
11: 9:21
12: 9:02
13: 8:51
.1: :52
Air Temp: 75F
