I did get outside on Tuesday. I only ran to keep from being flattened in the middle of intersections, but I knew I’d have to work back up to running after being away for far, far too long.
The weather wasn’t really that bad except for the wind.
While I probably should repeat the whole adventure today, I’m not gonna. And you can’t make me. It’s gross outside. It’s gross inside. As much as I hate to say this (because it’s not true) I need to stay home and get things done here instead.
Despite what the Weather Channel app might say, I’m getting outside tomorrow.
I’m off all day. Bill is at school until 1:30. Traffic should be light and non-dangerous. So why the heck not? I’ve run in a lot worse than what’s out there right now.
And when I get back, then I’ll clean the dishes. Maybe.
So recently I’ve noticed a lot of followers to this blog popping up, and that’s got me inspired. Y’all are following for a reason so I’m going to give you something to read.
Getting back on the road in 2012!
Big changes coming soon.
Promise.
Lots of them lately. Sometimes I don’t run. Sometimes I do and neglect to post about it.
On the upside, I finally met someone who didn’t look at me crazy when I mentioned marathon training.
3.3 miles. 42 minutes. 12:43 pace
Yikes. This is catching up on training so going to be tough. But I dug this hole, and I plan on digging my way out of this.
It was a beautiful 59F tonight with just a few knee twinges that disappeared after a short walk break. Toward the end, there were a lot of those breaks.
Strange Running Thing #78,945: When it feels like someone flicked you really, really hard in the center of your arch. It doesn’t really hurt, but it doesn’t exactly feel good either.
I’m not going to give you all the reason I haven’t been running or exercising the last couple of weeks.
I’ll tell you that the weather was spectaculartoday and I decided to go as far as I could and come back. I didn’t jog the whole time due to some discomfort from my lunch (which stayed lodged just under my diaphragm). And I found out that the only down side to doing this type of run is that once you get to your furthest point, you don’t want to get back.
Anyway, I haven’t mapped this, and I didn’t dare time it. This week starts a crash course in half-marathon training!
GET EXCITED!!!!!!
I know it’s been a week today since I’ve done any kind of exercise. And believe me, I can feel the effects. And since Arkansas has not been spared the blizzard-like weather, I was planning on going to the local indoor track for a quick jaunt.
However, I saw this article earlier today. That particular center is be turned into a warming center for locals without access to a warm place to stay when the temperatures drop well below what we’re used to. Now, I’m all for helping those less fortunate, but I’m not all that comfortable jogging while others are…doing what they do down below.
So, so veryveryveryvery sore today.
UPDATE: RB and I went for a stroll through the deserted bike trail. Nice and easy just to keep the hamstrings from freezing up again tomorrow. RB got interrogated by the cops for looking like a pill pusher. Hilarious because he kind of does look like one.
8.65 miles. 1 hour, 53 minutes. 13:06 pace.
But before we talk about over all pace let’s talk about split times.
2 miles—24 minutes.
4 miles—50 minutes.
After that I lost track of my mile markers.
I’m pretty proud of myself all things considered. No, I didn’t finish my 10 mile goal. Yes, my pace time is sluggish. But this is the farthest I’ve probably run since I quit training last summer. The tremendous hills in mile 5 and 7 did me in, I think. I was already plotting ways to cut mileage but decided to go the whole route.
Slowing down when I did was probably a good idea given the fact that my hamstrings just wanted to curl up and die after I stopped running. I attempted a few more running stints after the 8.65 point, but after a certain point they just got more and more painful. I’m always of the quit-while-you’re-healthy school of thought.
Interesting Side Notes: Meet a guy going the other way in mile 6. He gave me a huge smile, a fist pump, and said (I’m pretty sure) “Way to go!” While I much appreciate the enthusiasm and the smile it put on my face, it made me wonder just how tired I looked at this point. I mean if random strangers fell the need to shout motivational phrases…
On the long walk home, I encountered my first ever, real live skunk! It scared the living crap out of me since the first thought in my head was “What the hell, that road kill is ALIVE!!!” since I just past a dead… thing. It was too busy hauling stinky ass across the street that it didn’t notice me, so I laughed it off. And after polling the peanut gallery on the luck situation of being crossed by a skunk, I’ve gotten a variety of answers ranging from pretty good luck to bad luck to “luck doesn’t exist.”
