And translucent. No, I did not pick the color. At least it fits, right? I haven't lost it yet, so I guess that's a good sign. I'm wearing my retainer (top and bottom) all the time for a month, and then only at night.
Home on spring break this week; lucky me my break perfectly misses nearly everyone else's spring break week...
Formatting notice: I'm going to put running specific stuff that will bore many to death in brackets so you won't have to be bored. Hooray!
[Training has been going well, even if I'm not sleeping at a decent hour. This week was similar to a typical week's setup; I'm trying to maintain the training rhythm as much as possible. So that means Tuesday track, Wednesday long, Thursday easy, Friday tempo.]
TNT: Tuesday Night Track
Okay so it's not really nighttime, but whatever. Went down to the high school to see my old track coach and the few folks that I still know. This year's high school seniors were freshman when I graduated. Oh how times have changed. They do grow up so fast. [Workout was 800-800-1200-1600-1200-800-800-800, at I pace (79), with +1min rest in between for each 400 run. Pulled this workout from earlier in the year; it was one that I had missed, so I figured it was a good chance to pick it up. The distance people were having their 1600 time trial (It's their 2nd week of training), so I planned to run my 1600 rep w/ them during their time trial. Unfortunately my timing was a bit off, which meant I ran my first 1200 during their mile. Which was fine, except these kids were really gunning it, and pulled me along. Ran too fast, left me hurtin during the 1600 and the following 1200. Was hardly able to hold even Threshold pace during those. Pulled things back together a bit for the last 3 800s. Overall, it felt alright, though my left knee was bothering me afterwards during my cool down. Also, the top 4 boys were just under 5min in the mile part of things.]
Regarding the changes in the high school since my departure: man these kids are different from when we were in HS. The boys are vulgar and rude, swearing off the cuff, out in the open in front of the coach. They treat the girls on the team with disdain and general meanness. They harass them like it's nothing. So no, they don't quite get along. I was running my last few 800s, as the rest of the team was winding down and leaving, and some of them were cooling down. One of the kids thought that I was racing the cooldown or something, and went with me coming down the home straight of my first 400. He ran even with me shouting remarks at me, and then leaned at the line, showboating and yelling, as a rolled onto the 2nd half of my 800. Respect for each other is all but gone, at a school whose student body used to be so much more well-mannered and caring.
Wednesday: Long run.
[Left the car w/ my dad at work, ran home. Covered 9.6 mi easy, 75min, with a bathroom break at the med center. Quite hard to move, much less run, at first. Ran around a 1.5mi path around Hershey's global corporate headquarters. Very nice. Didn't know it existed before. Access via State police academy hills. Double left at mid-mountain. Did a few hill bursts, felt better. Quite sore.]
That night was HS orchestra and band concert. It was also St. Patrick's day. They played some familiar pieces (to me, since I'd played a few of them in my day). Met up with orchestra people after, I know so few.... The band played a piece inspired by a set of poems called "I never saw another butterfly". It's a series of poems written by children who were in the concentration camps at Terizan. http://www.amazon.com/I-Never-Saw-Another-Butterfly/dp/0805210156
Very powerful stuff. Very serious music. And I quote the band director, referring to a particularly moving passage regarding the poems: "There were 15,000 children under the age of 15 who passed through the concentration camp. Fewer than 100 survived."
Thursday: Easy day.
[51min. Ran cemetary reverse with some additions and such. 6.65 miles. 4x100m strides after. Still feeling achy and painful in spots. Left knee still questionable. But getting better, slowly.]
My parents went swimming, and brought back....a coconut! I recommend this to be added to your list of things to do at some point. Open and eat a coconut from scratch. Crack it up, drink it up, eat it down. Could definitely be fun with a group of friends on a random night. Do try to get a good coconut though. The old ones have tough meat that isn't as tasty.
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