I haven’t picked a quote for the week. My mirror still has last week’s. And I don’t actually know what this week’s schedule looks like. Other than it’s probably close to the same. I was trying to come up with a recap post on Friday, but work is totes insane and I worked on it at home, but never got a chance to dash on here and actually post the darn thing.
M: Stretch/rest. If by “stretch” you mean lay on the couch and watch Bunheads and Eureka then yes, I accomplished this.
T: 3 miles in the am. Was more like 2.7. I maybe turned down the wrong road around mile 2 in my early morning stupor and was already halfway down the hill when I realized it. I really don’t do well with mornings. At all. And there was no way I was turning around and running back uphill. Forward only, thank you. It was perfect running weather except for that bit when I turned corner into a less than gentle headwind. More like a squint-your-eyes-against-the-dust-storm gust. Still, I only walked for about 90 seconds at the halfway point. By mile 2 I had warmed up pretty nicely and was excited to take advantage of running through neighborhoods in the morning and the abundance of sprinklers watering all the lawns. Except every time I approached a lawn the sprinkler would have just turned off the pavement and back to spraying only the lawn. The first couple houses I didn’t think much of it. But by the 8th or 9th lawn I couldn’t believe my luck. Finally I said Eff it, offered up a silent apology to the home owner, and dashed onto the lawn and into the spray hoping a crazed old man wasn’t going to come busting out of the house waving a cane. Because after 2.25 miles my brain only thinks in cliches. Dashing through the sprinkler I took a direct hit to my mid section and managed to miss both my hands and my head, the two places that felt the grossest. Awesome. #Not I did manage to soak my shirt. A white shirt B-T-Dubs. Didn’t think about the wet t-shirt contest potential until after the fact. Because it was early. And I don’t do mornings. I ended up just wiping my face with the wet shirt corner. We’ll call that a semi-success.
W: 2 miles. Woke up to sore legs. Stretched at my desk all day. And managed to sign six documents while standing on one leg. At 4:30 the often-sent email came through: “Who’s going for drinks?” I told myself I would run and I told myself I would start putting running first. So I ducked out a few minutes before everyone else to avoid the “oh, just go tomorrow” argument that often stops me from the going to the gym and heads me straight for the bistro. I dashed to the gym and got in a semi-decent run. And then I still maybe went for drinks. Until 10 pm. On a Wednesday.
R: 3 miles. Then Chic fil-A. My friends picked Chic fil-A because here in MA there aren’t a lot of them. So it’s a southern novelty thing. I don’t really get it. But I like my friends. Plus it’s at the mall just upstairs from an REI that sells Nuun. I like the lemon lime ok. But I really want to try other flavors. And the cycle place I went has iffy flavors. Like grape. Eew. Hate grape flavored things. Hate. I planned to squeeze in my run and head to the mall. In my gym clothes. I don’t do that. I don’t like to wear what my friends and I call soft pants. I insist on wearing hard pants. Like jeans or something. But if I’m going to do this running thing I think I have to get used to wearing running clothes out. I started the run. And my legs felt dead. And then at mile 1.5 I laid down on the grass beside the sidewalk. With, ahem, digestive issues. I think the next couple of weeks are going to be focused on food. And nutrition. Because this whole cramping and discomfort and overall ickiness in my torso is NOT COOL. But I finished the run! My splits are hilarious. 11:29, 13:24, 11:43. I stretched and headed over to the mall. I walked in all set to get some Nuun to have with my Chic fil-A dinner. And REI WAS CLOSED!!!!! Permanently. Lame. I was in such a cranky mood from work. And that just put me over the edge. Friends and french fries made me feel a little better. Friends, French fries, and Nunn would have been better. Sunday update: I finally got my hands on Tri Berry and Fruit Punch. Delicious. Now my gym pack is full of Nuun bottles.
F: Rest. I really can’t tell you how happy I was that Friday was a rest day. The weather was New England AMAZING. I have half days on Fridays in the summer. And on days like that, I’m outdoorsy in that I like to get drunk on patios. Ok, not really. But a few margaritas while laughing with friends is just plain good for the soul
S: 4 miles. My legs were still a bit tired so I decided to switch Saturday to cross train. My cross training was painting the bathroom. You know, reaching with the paint brush, squats to get paint behind the toilet, climbing ladders. Totes counts. the color is supposed to be Tuscan red. It came out bright ass poppy orange. Almost “Run for Research” orange. I think it’s growing on me, though. It’s certainly bright enough to wake me up in the morning.
S: Cross training. I set out for 3 miles. (Who was I kidding. 4 miles was never going to happen) It was 2:45pm. I had to leave the house clean and pretty by 4 for my Grammy’s birthday. 1 mile in my calves were killing me. And by 1.6 it had wrapped around and I had shooting pains in my shins. Like excruciating can’t even walk without saying ow pain. That was enough to have me bailing at mile 2. I wanted to ice my legs but only have ice packs and no fancy wraps or anything. I found some old knee socks from when I bought them from a roommate who rowed crew in college. I pulled those on and shoved ice packs inside while driving to my parents in Haverhill. When I got out of the car I got a full grip on how truly seksi I was in my red shirt, shorts, and black and maroon knee socks with ice packs sticking out. This is how much of a hot mess I am after a little baby 2 miler. What am I going to look like at the end of an 8 miler. I’m frightened of the future.
I guess there’ll be a quote and a schedule in a part II post later. Or tomorrow. Or whenever.
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