Believe it or not, but I actually felt like going for a run on Monday. That’s how good I felt the day after 18 miles.
But we had a play date in the morning at Heather‘s house and then it was home for lunch and a nap (T Junior, not me unfortunately — I cannot sleep when it’s light out). After that, I just didn’t feel like shuffling him to the gym, so I took a rest day.
Early Tuesday morning, I scrambled to pack my gym bag for a lunch hour run.
Finally, hours later at 11:30, I took off for a fast 3 miles. Since I wasn’t going to get four or the scheduled 9 miles, I wanted to push myself for the three I did have time to do. (No nighttime run Tuesday because it was the 8th wedding anniversary for me and Mr. T.)
I ran away from the office and over the plank bridge toward the freeway. I felt tight and out of control and slow, but when I looked at AJ II, my pace was sub-10. I wondered how long I could keep that up, then decided to try to push myself for the entire distance.
5/4/10 – 3 Miles – 27:55
Average pace: 9:17
Mile 1: 9:32
Mile 2: 9:18
Mile 3: 9:01
After my Tuesday lunch run, my calves were tight even though I stretched at the end. I knew I needed to ride the bike on Wednesday. I just didn’t know when I was going to do it. The only possible time was in the morning. And Wednesday is a work day, so…
I got up at 4 a.m., took Ben (our puppy) out to potty, showered and then headed for the gym to ride the stationary bike and read my book. I rode 7.36 miles in 35 minutes, then changed and went to work.
Fast forward lots of hours…
Evenings are rough for me. Some people might be able to handle what I have to deal with (toddler-puppy madness), but I can’t. I go from calm to hopeless pretty quick. You think I’d be better at this since I’m training for a marathon. That all that running for hours on end would’ve taught me be patient, turning me into a take-it-all-in-stride sort of person.
To make a long and stress-inducing story short: Tonight, I skipped my usual vanilla Skinny Cow with a 1/2-teaspoon of Adams peanut butter spread on top (which is the most delicious thing ever, so this is saying a lot), for an Alaskan Summer Ale and a quarter of a bag of Snyder’s mini pretzels. Not really on the diet plan, but that’s just too damn bad.