Training Log Archive: Bash

My beloved mother, Dorothy Campbell, left us at dawn and I already miss her with all my heart. She was caring and generous, organized and creative, smart and tech savvy, independent and principled, active in her community and lovingly devoted to her family. She had a soft spot for teddy bears, Snoopy cards and dogs of all persuasions.

Mom was a talented musician; the soundtrack of my childhood was her beautiful piano and organ music. Although she tried, I didn't inherit her musical gifts or culinary skills, nor her ability to keep a tidy house.

Mom and my late father, Bill Campbell, were blessed to share 63 years of wonderful adventures and beautiful gardens together.

Rest in peace, Mom. You made a difference.

So many emotions. I’d like to talk to Mom so much more but I think we’ve said all the important things.

This is the first day of 2019 that I’m not logging anything. I wanted to force myself to spend a few minutes on fitness even on the busiest days because I’d lost motivation in 2018. I’m back to training more consistently this year so I don’t think this training goal is helpful anymore, especially while Mom is in hospital.

I was home today and expected to go for a long run after missing my ultra on Saturday but my heart wasn’t in it. AdventureDog sure was keen though. I’ll try again.

Foothab basics after Day 3 at the hospital. Mom is very ill but seems stable for now so I came home tonight. My brother will be there tomorrow. It was nice to cuddle with the dogs, whom I hadn’t seen since the day before our truncated Arizona trip. They gave me a terrific welcome, as did ‘Bent.

Exercise opportunities and options were limited today. I ran stairs in street clothes. Data estimated.

Some tippy 1-legged balance after a long day of travel, driving on no sleep, and sitting in the hospital. Mom is holding steady but she’s not well.