I posted last about spicing up my running routine, but I didn't really do that this week, oops! I ran 7 miles on Monday, 7 miles on Wednesday, and 13.5 miles on Saturday. I was off Monday, worked 11 hours Tuesday, and 11 hours Wednesday. Needless to say, I was pretty beat around 5:30 on Wednesday evening, but there was still plenty of daylight and I had my bag all packed to run.
After a quick change in the parking lot with a sheriff car parked nearby ,
I decided I would just play the mileage by ear. I'd run to the 2 mile
mark and decide if I wanted to keep going or turn around. My legs
definitely felt the fatigue of being on them for 2 11-hour days, but I
was determined to push through the initial soreness. Once I got to the
1.5 mile mark, I decided I felt good enough to do my 'usual' 7-miler.
At the 3.5 mile mark/turnaround point, I was wishing I had just turned
around at 2. The last 3.5 miles were alternating thoughts of run faster and you'll get to the car faster and slow down--keep it easy.
I felt strong for finishing the run on such tired legs, but very
relieved when I was done. 7:54, 8:00, 8:00, 7:48, 7:59, 7:47, 7:50
I was achy all over my bottom half. Being on my feet all day again
helped me feel a bit stretched out, but I was in no shape to run
happily. So I decided I would just forgo Thursday and with Friday being
date night, I would take a nice 48 hours off of running.
Friday night date night shenanigans:
I'm not sure I've ever blogged about the back story of date night (all the drinks make it fuzzy ).
Adam and I have been married for 4.5 years. Adam's best friend is
Jeff. They have been friends since junior high and were living together
when Adam and I started dating. I kinda-sorta-don't-judge-me started living with
staying over at their place not too long after we got serious. And the
3 of us pretty much lived together for 4 years until Adam and I got
engaged/bought a house (it was the same day--if you are really bored or want that back story you can read it here).
The 3 of us now get together every Friday night for date night. Adam
and I share dinner together 6 nights a week so it is fun to have Jeff
(and sometimes a date) along for the ride. Some people might think it's
weird that 3 people go on date night, but I wouldn't have it any other
Anyway, as my faithful bloggers know, I usually run
well after tacos and tequila. However, Saturday was not really the
case. And I even had new shoes (same style, just not trashed with 400
miles on them) to run in.
was all ready to test out my ninja skills, but apparently, I just
didn't have the mojo fully in me. It wasn't a terrible run, but it
wasn't great either. The first few miles went by pretty unknowingly and
I finished strong, but I didn't have my heart in the run. 'Tis okay. I
know they can't all be puppies and rainbows. I don't have anything on
the agenda racing-wise, so this is all just for kicks. Not quite sure
when 13.5 miles became for kicks, but alas, it is. Splits: 8:00, 8:01,
8:06, 8:08, 8:13, 8:14, 8:18, 8:26, 7:56, 7:57, 8:01, 8:11, 7:57, 3:56
(7:57 pace) for .50.
The front on my left shin is still
acting funky, but not enough to keep me from running. It seems to hurt
less the faster I go which is probably not a good way to deal with pain.
I randomly use The Stick and foam roll when I notice it being extra
sore, but I'm kind of terrible at that whole RICE business.
I hosted Mother's Day lunch for my mom. Normally, I'd love the
opportunity to cook, but I kind of wanted to just relax and enjoy the
weekend so I ordered ribs and sides from our local barbecue place. Adam
and I picked up growlers of beer and root beer from our local tap place
on our way to see Iron Man 3 in IMAX last night (okay, it was really
cool, I'll admit it...just don't tell Adam!!). My mom and her boyfriend
like beer as much as the kids so I thought it'd be fun. In lieu of
cooking, I baked and made a flourless chocolate cake, candied cherries,
and a creme anglaise sauce. Yummers!
Flowers from the garden to decorate Mom's Day table:
brought over a few boxes of stuff as she was clearing out our old
childhood bedrooms. She included this gem from my track days in high
was a high school sophomore at the time and was invited to my first out
of state relay because I lettered that year. I ran a 4X800 relay and
ran it on pure adrenaline--it was so exciting to be at this meet with
big time runners. The funny thing about my proudest last millennium
running moment? My future husband happened to be a college student at
the time at University of Florida at that same time. It's highly
unlikely that we crossed paths during that weekend, but I like to think
of my life in movie terms, so I pretend we might have!
Fortunately, my race pics have gotten cuter. Here's one from this year: