Sunday, May 27, 2012
Date: 27 May 2012 (Sunday)
Start time: 8:30AM
Course: LA Fitness
Distance: 10-11 "miles"
Shoe: K-Ona S Ironman
Heart rate: 147 avg; 160 max
Notes: 90 minutes on the LifeTrainer elliptical machine in lieu of the planned 10-mile planned marathon pace run. Can feel that soreness on the inner ankle/arch and know that if I pound on it for an hour or more, no matter how lightly I try to take it, it'll be sore for the next 3-4 days. Even though just walking the marathon is in jeopardy, I'm still going to act as if I'm doing it. And so I'm not going to run at all over the final taper week.
The elliptical is fun to do and the Lifecycle machine does a better job, I think, of simulating running motion than the Precor trainer. I kept a cadence of 170-180 strides per minute and my heart rate hovered just around the same rate as it would had I been running 9-9.5 minute miles.
High left hamstring is still tight, but no problems with the foot on the elliptical. Did a little bit of shoulder and arm work on the weights afterwards. Now, I get to spend my Memorial weekend Sunday working in the backyard. It's gotten to be a mess after months of neglect.
On a separate and unrelated note, I'd just like to make mention that our family Guinea Pig, "Guinness," died sometime Friday morning. He was 7 years old. When Joan and the kids surprised me with bringing that rescue pet home one day all those years ago, I was ticked. We already had 2 dogs, 2 cats and a fish. I vowed that I would have nothing to do with it and any care, feeding and attention would be their responsibility, not mine.
A Guinea pig seemed like a dumb pet to me. Just something to put in a cage in a corner, and I was sure that within a few weeks or months it would be yet another forgotten accessory in the house, like the foosball table or the WiiFit balance board or the Beatles Rock Band kit.
I had no idea that a Guinea pig could have personality. He chirped. He coo'ed like a Tribble. He'd get hyper active and push a plastic toy Pokemon ball around his cage late at night while I was the only one up. He was cool. He was a character.
And now I can't believe how empty it seems without him. What a hole his absence has left in our lives. Joan, especially, was most devoted to him. He hadn't become a token fixture in our home. He was a family member, as much as any of our other "higher order" mammal pets.
We buried him Saturday morning in the backyard, under our favorite tree, "Slim Shady." Tucked away in a red cozy blanket with his Pokemon ball, he looked like he was sleeping. We were quite a sight, blubbering like we'd lost a child or a sibling. Don't know if our neighbors gawked from their windows, but we didn't care. Guinness earned and deserved those tears.
It's impossible to explain it to others because it was "just a pet," and a rodent at that. Seems totally silly to have that much emotionally invested in a cavy. I certainly didn't expect it. 7-8 years is old age for a domestic Guinea pig. He wasn't sick or anything. He always seemed so chipper, so it was a surprise to find him gone, just like that. I still can't believe how he wormed his way into my heart.
We won't be getting another one anytime soon. I'm still not sold on Guinea pigs as pets, and I don't want to try to fill this hole with another one. Guinness was irreplaceable. So long my unexpected friend.