I unplugged for seven days last week and I really missed reading everyones updates, happenings, and race reports. Even through I missed being online, a good part about unplugging is that I stopped comparing my running to everyone else's running. I realized I have been trying to keep up with others. Number one rule in my running book: run your own race (whether it be a run or a race). Well, I found my own run again and I've loved all my runs last week and this week. Yup, I even liked running hills this week and not just when they were done! I think I need a poster by my running things reminding me to go at my own pace. I can tell you this without any doubt: I am excited to run tomorrow!
I am excited to share that this morning I hit one of my goals: a 100 mile month! This makes three of four months I've run 100 miles (can we just ignore February?). Next up is the 400 mile mark...only 16.8 miles to go!
The rest of today is going to be splendid. I get to visit kindergarten because they are studying my favorite artist (Monet) and I'm helping Bugs with sharing. I hope to have exciting hews later this afternoon. And, tonight is Diva Night at the local Fleet Feet. It's an exciting day.
No Thursday is complete without a little random information having to do with one of my hobbies*.
Heinrich Englehardt Steinweg was born on February 15, 1797, the youngest of 12 children. B the time he was 15, Steinweg had lost all of his brothers and his father to the Napoleonic Wars. His mother died of exposure while hiding from soldiers, and Steinweg was left alone. He, too, was drafted into the army in 1815. He survived his military service, and despite a complete lack of musical training began a career as an instrument maker. His first creation was a zither. In 1818, he found a job at an organ builder's shop. Legend has it that he build his first piano in his kitchen and presented it to his bride, Juliane Thiemer, as a wedding gift. They later had seven children. In 1849, as the political climate in Germany became unstable again, one of their sons, Theodore, emigrated to America. A year later his father followed. On March 5, 1853, Steinweg opened a piano factory that he christened with an Americanized version of the family name: Henry Steinway and Sons.
*I don't have a Steinway, but I do play the piano and have my whole life.