This morning, I got up early because Mr. T was messing with the alarm clock at 6:35. Only 10 minutes early. Still. But it turns out I needed the extra time because I missed my Out-the-Door-Goal-Time (7 a.m.) by five minutes. Before I left, I ate an apple NutriGrain bar and drank a glass of water.
Oh, real quick: a little update regarding pants (see Day 91: Issues with Pants). Last night, I went shopping with a friend and got a new pair of size 12 (yay!) Calvin Klein jeans for under $30. Thank you, TJ Maxx.
And, this morning, I pulled on my new Brooks running pants…er…tights. I took them for a 7-mile test drive and LOVED them. No problems at all. No chafing, no bunching. The only negative is the jiggling going on in the trunk area, which means passers-by are getting an eyeful. Honestly, though, after a few miles, I really didn’t give a crap. Anyone who wants to mumble insults to themselves about my rear end as they drive by in their warm car with their Starbucks can kiss it. I don’t see them out running at 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning in October.
The first part of my run this morning, my regular 4-mile nieghborhood route, was fine. I listened to my TBTL podcast on my Zune, which I like because it gets my mind off of the facts: I’m tired, it’s sprinkling, my butt’s jiggling. Sometimes it’s just too early for angry, yet motivating, Pink songs.
The REAL run began after the first four because I still had three more to go. By the way, I think my route through the neighborhood is actually more than four miles. For one thing, it takes me an hour to run it and I ran six miles in an hour and 10 minutes a few weeks ago. Also, I map my route on MapMyRun.com, which I don’t think takes cul-de-sacs into account. And, when you go in and out of them 18 times, those extra little distances add up.
I felt free after the first four miles because I was leaving the neighborhood. Finally! Heading out toward our rural highway. It was a mini adventure! I felt okay, not great though, because of my right foot. My shoe was rubbing on the inside part of the ball of my foot. The left one felt fine, though, which makes me think it has to do with the size of my shoes.
Last month, I bought my New Balance 737s in a size 10 — a half size bigger than I normally would buy shoes. Well, a half size bigger than my left foot, a whole size larger than my right because, yes, my feet are very uneven. So, I think my right foot is slipping around in there. I’m not sure how to fix that. Any ideas?
Around six miles, my right hip and ankle were aching. Not enough to make me stop, though. I kept going, just enjoying the beautiful fall morning.
I had to stop and take a quick photo of these pretty trees. I started running again as I looked at the picture on my phone and ran right into this low-haning branch. Nice.
After I finished running, I did a short cool down run/walk and then came home to stretch. T Junior joined me. “Amstretching!” he informed us. Here’s his unique method, in case you want to borrow it:
The bad news about today: I’ve got blisters. So, there’s one on the inside ball of my right foot (from where my shoe was rubbing), and one on the inside of the toe next to the big toe on my right foot (of course). But then I wore these heels later on that I haven’t worn since before T Junior was born, and I got two blisters on my left pinky toe and one on my right. That’s six blisters — almost one for every mile!
I’m sure I could write more about today, but I have the worst case of heartburn I’ve ever had in my life…