This trip, for the first time ever, we just borrowed a car from my dad instead of renting one. Little known fact: I’m sort of a closet
2010 Camaro SS. Yes, we were totally that couple who rents the Ferrari and drives it to the reunion….while wearing tuxes….while making it rain…drinking Cristal. It was a blast. Turns out Cristal Champagne corks CAN take out an eye! (Who knew!?)**
While the car was fun, the entire weekend I was SUPER nervous that something was going to happen to it. This of course was made all the worse by the tornado spotted at 1am just as things were winding down at the reunion! I quickly decided that even though hanging out in the dark to see the tornado that was 2 miles away would be FUN, we should probably head to my dad’s place where there is a garage and a basement. Was I worried about my wife? Unborn baby? My own health? Naw, mostly about the car. So, 5 miles later (3 minutes, 95 mph pace***) we hunkered down. Everything eventually blew over and all was well.
My wife’s maid of honor and yours truly making everyone else look normal
(taken before th tornado)
While there, I was able to stick to my normal running routine. On Friday, I ran my intervals on the local HS track. Turns out, what I thought was a HUGE track area growing up turned out to be rather small. I guess having a graduating class of 60 doesn’t require an Olympic sized venue:
I ran another set of 12x400 (3 sets of 4) with an average pace of 5:59. I was right where I wanted to be, if not just a squeak fast, again. One thing that I didn’t like is that I fell off pace a bit towards the end, adding 3 and 4 seconds to the last two intervals. Must work on that.
The next day, I ran my long run of 14 miles. It was hot, humid, and I ran out of water around mile 10. However, it was the weekend of the local county fair, so I was able to stop there and
Other fun tidbits about my trip to Iowa:
- A few statistics: Population of the town I grew up near: 600. Population of the town my HS is in: 1900. Number of people in my HS class 60ish. Miles to the closest WalMart: 40.
- I was in 4-H for 8 years and had the Grand Champion Market Steer two times. Respect.
- The fire department is all volunteer – including my wife’s grandfather. When I was chatting with RunningLaur**** on the phone outside of the local bar he came RUNNING (literally) out of the bar because he had received a call that the local grain elevator was on fire (a big deal). I am pretty sure that I’d only seen him move that fast INTO the bar, not out of it.
- Finally, to get just a bit sappy, I am always sad whenever I leave Iowa. As I see the symmetrical grid of corn and beans get smaller and smaller out of the airplane window, I’m flooded with the memories of growing up. Seemingly, you can take the boy out of rural Iowa, but you can’t take rural Iowa out of the boy.
**Actually it was Bud Light cans…for $2 each…at a bar! #SmallTownWin!
***Hooray county roads and cops busy storm spotting
****Totally a business call, my Brooks Green Silences are in!!