Running is hard.
The past few days have been rough. My legs have felt like lead. Yesterday I couldn't bare the thought of running on the treadmill after all the quality time I had spent on it Sunday, and I had a 45 minute run to do. It was hot, but it was also kind of sprinkling out so I figured that it might balance it out a little. Turns out, it did not. I felt like my entire body hurt (yes, that's probably a little dramatic). The little bit of rain there was stopped pretty much as soon as I started so I was left with just thick, humid air. Ultimately, the run sucked and I stopped. I contemplated going and finishing up on the treadmill with a huge water bottle and my ipod to keep me company, but I decided it wasn't just a mental thing. Which leads me to my next thought.
Rest days are important.
Sunday I was feeling pretty good about myself. It was my first double digit run since March and I managed to hold down a pretty decent pace for a longer run. My calves were crazy tight Sunday night, but by Monday afternoon I decided that I should do just a little run (literally a mile) to warm up for my yoga DVD I was going to do. Instead I ended up doing a different workout that included a lot of squats. Probably not my smartest idea. I realize that 10 miles isn't all that long for some people, and some people are throwing down double digit runs like it's their job. That isn't the case for me. That was a huge deal for this body and I should have just let it rest. I paid the price for it Tuesday. Tomorrow I am giving myself a complete day of rest that will hopefully be enjoyed lounging by the pool.
Beautiful days are meant for trails, not treadmills.
Yesterday I checked out the weather and found that I would have almost perfect summer conditions to run in which made me happier than you will probably know. I've been in a treadmill rut, and I've had this weird need to run outside. I set my alarm so I would have plenty of time to walk Maddux, drink coffee, and eat breakfast before I went. I don't know how people run on an empty stomach. I feel like I have to eat breakfast right away, even if it's just a granola bar to get me going. Then again, I live to eat.
My alarm went off, and I promptly turned it off and went back to bed. Maddux didn't seem to notice, and usually he takes over the job of the alarm clock. I figured this was a good sign that I should sleep (lazy). Maddux did pull it together about 20 minutes later and made sure I was out of bed ready to start our day.
|Yeah, he got right back in bed after he got breakfast.|
|Maddux refused to look at me until I was back from my run. Where's the love?|
Although the weather was fantastic, I can't say my run was. I'm going three for three with tough runs this week. My legs just felt tight (not as lead like as yesterday) and it took me a long time to get warmed up. The downhills and flat parts were ok, but I could definitely feel it in my quads on the uphills. While I didn't take any walk breaks this time around, I did take several water breaks.
|When you have a corgi water bottle, you WANT to drink lots of water.|
My Nike+ said I did about 4.5 miles in 47 minutes. I hope this isn't accurate. I know it was slow, but man. I can kick out 5 miles in less time than that on a good day. I know the longer run on the treadmill got me off track a little bit calibration wise, and switching form inside to outside messes it up, too. One day, I'm going to invest in something with satellites so I get a more accurate reading. Or I could start paying a little more attention so I can make a slightly accurate guess.
The rest of the day is going to be for relaxing with my pup and hopefully getting some work done. Summer is winding down and my to-do list is not.
|Beautiful days are also for lounging on the porch.|