The beginning of my run: dark, cold, gloomy.
The end of my run: A big freaking hill.
After three straight days of waking up at 5, (I know, boo-hoo) I had my mind set on sleeping in till at least 7:15. But my plan was foiled by a dog having a sneezing attack two hours before that. At 5:30, I told myself if I wasn’t asleep by 6, then I would get up and go running and just get it over with.
And that’s what I ended up doing. I really wanted to sleep in, though, so I wasn’t in a good mood about getting up in the dark. Finding socks in the dark. Finding running pants in the dark. Finding the doorknob to get out of my room in the dark.
Plus, this early wake-up time meant I would be running in and out of cul-de-sacs. Lame.
And, guess what? It’s freaking cold in the morning now. That’s how I can tell it’s truly fall. Usually that doesn’t bother me too much, but this morning’s crisp air didn’t smell nice like it should’ve; you know, like wet leaves. Instead, it stunk of diesel and I’m not sure why. I felt like I couldn’t get enough oxygen. It was annoying.
I did just under 3.5 miles, according to Map My Run, in about 44 minutes. That seems slow to me. I feel like I was faster than that. Although, I do remember thinking around mile two, This is dumb. What am I doing?
I also got a side cramp on this run. I haven’t had one of these since my high school running days. At least not one bad enough to really notice. This one caught me by surprise. It came on quick and stabbed me in the lower right rib. I tried putting my arm up over my head, but that made it worse. I had to slow down to a shuffle and hold the throbbing area. And, then, it just faded away.
All that being said, I am glad I got the workout done this morning. Tonight, we are going out for my birthday dinner and to, hopefully, go shoe shopping. Yay!
OK, I'm not the only one thinking this, right? Have you revisited the little plastic stick? You know … feeling tired … throwing up the broccoli …
Birthday and shoe shopping now that is not dumb. I LOVE the cold…get the right gear and you WILL too..
Um, no. Not pregnant. Not. At. All.