A true test to see if I’ve back to my old running self is always the “early to rise” test. If I’m willing to meet friends for runs early in the morning … which in turn means that I must get up at ungodly hours … then the answer is undoubtedly “yes.”
Take this morning for example. Sarah and I were up at 4 a.m. (well, that’s when the first alarm went off) and out of the house by 4:30 or so. Why so early (or so crazy) you might ask yourself? Well, Tim, a fellow blogger and runner, is in town for the weekend and asked if Sarah and I would be up for a run at some point. Given the choice between before or after wrok … we decided the former would give us the best chance at actually completing the run. Anyways, we ran a great 7 miles. I say “great” in that it was nice to meet Tim and run together; it was all kinds of sh#tty in the sense that my shin continued to somewhat bother me. Oh well. Que sera sera. Good company and a good run. That’s all that matters.
Tomorrow, Sarah and I will be logging 17 miles. I’ve decided that given the minor pain I’ve been experiencing over the last few runs, I’ll be icing quite a bit tonight and wearing a compression sleeve on my leg tomorrow. We’ll see how it goes.
Either way, it looks like I’m back.
While visiting Mouse’s cottage up North last weekend, we toured several of the neighboring towns and attractions. There were spectacular views everywhere, but one of the things that especially caught my attention were the hills she ran on as a teenager. Seriously folks, these were mile-plus hills that I wouldn’t dare walk up … I’d be so lazy as to take the long way around. Hell, I wouldn’t even run up them unless a) I was being chased by a bear or b) I had been training and was in great shape. So it was with this vivid memory in mind that I spent the last two days running up hills.
Yesterday (Wednesday), I ran a quick four miles immediately after work. The weather was surprisingly pleasant, so I decided to push the pace. Under normal running conditions (and by normal I mean “in shape”), I have absolutely no problem running up the ½ mile long hill near my apartment. But last night was far from normal. I was completely gassed by the time I reached the top of the hill, and while I wanted to stop and lie down, I didn’t. I kept trekking on and managed to finish in a very respectable 37 minutes.
Let’s fast forward to today. There’s a blood drive here at work (in which I might donate … I’m still undecided) and with afternoon thunderstorms in the forecast, I woke up at 4:20 a.m. to meet a friend for an early morning run. We initially had agreed to run 10 miles, and again, I decided it would be a great idea to run a rather hilly route. After the first mile or so I realized I had actually bounced back extremely well and while we ended up cutting our run short (we ran 7.2 miles), I felt as if I could have run all 10. We paced approximately 10 min/mile, and with each run, I’m finding that if I actually adhere to the plan’s suggested pacing, I’ll be able to run the total weekly mileage necessary (or close to it). Whether or not I’ll actually do all of remains to be seen, but the knowledge that I can do it is very satisfying.
Oh, and one more thing before I go. The Fergie song “Big Girls Don’t Cry” … I’ve heard it WAY too much over the past week. It’s getting ridiculously out of hand. It makes absolutely no sense, and it’s just plain annoying. Radio in this town sucks.
This is a monumental occassion, dear readers. For the second day in a row, I got my butt out of bed early and worked out!
Yesterday I chose to focus my lifting on the chest, shoulders and back while doing an easy five minute walk to warm-up and cool down. This morning, I decided to run and ended up going just under four miles. It was a great morning to run, even though it was extremely cloudy. The temperature was a cool 60 degrees and surprisingly enough, the roads were fairly quiet at 7 am.
I’ve really enjoyed working out before work these past two days. It’s a great kick in the ass to start the day, and I don’t have to go straight home, change and head to the gym. I think it might become habit forming.
In other news, the OKC Half Marathon is this weekend, and it should be quite interesting as I have not been regularly training for about a month now. I should have no problem though. Please note the emphasis on should.
It must have been 80s Day at the gym this morning. The music cycled nothing but New Kids on the Block, Paula Abdul, Rick James, De La Soul and an assortment of other tunes from the 1980s.
And what 80s Day would be complete without a guy in short shorts. He had his shirt tucked in too. It was classic.
I’ll post more later. I just wanted to write that down before I forgot it.