I looked 'round, and I knew there was no turning back
My mind raced and I thought, what could I do?
And I knew there was no help, no help from you
Started out the day with a 45 minute swim at the pool with Mom and Sis. Sis and I originally got into the big pool but were kicked out because that pool doesn’t open until 11:00. So we were banished to the smaller, warmer pool where the old people do their exercises. Sis’s hip has been bothering her, and the horrible pain in my back migrated to my ribs, right under my right breast. So we figured swimming in the warm pool would loosen things up. And it did! For me, anyway. I feel a hundred times better. (Downside: there’s a cute lifeguard that works at the pool and I hate it when he’s there the same time I am. I feel like such a spud.) After swimming we all got into the hot tub for 15 minutes, then showered, dressed and got a bite to eat at the pub. I had a veggie wrap again, but this time I only ate half of it. Had some french fries again but I justified them by dipping them in malt vinegar instead of ketchup. Denial is such a wonderful thing. Oh, and for breakfast I had a Luna Bar. No time for anything else.
I should mention that my sister spent the night last night in order to drive us all to the pool; Mom’s car is dead and gone and mine is being repaired. So Sis drove us home after lunch. I ran inside and changed into my running gear and told her to drive me to the track on her way home. Her last words to me before I got out of the car were, ”I think you’re insane.” My response was, ”I’m pretty sure I am.”
It was 43° and raining pretty steadily, but I was determined to run. I had on my ugly orange shirt, my workout pants, my purple vest and my raincoat. And also my boonie hat, which I put on after I flipped the hood up on my raincoat.
I was all set to go.
Started out really well, but when I got to the third interval, I was pretty well soaked and miserable and felt like I was going to die. By the fourth interval, I was over it and though the fifth and six runs weren’t a walk in the park, I was still feeling pretty good. Instead of doing a full five minute cool down, I simply walked home. I stopped and stretched along the way (and didn’t have my headphones turned on), thank gad. The only thing that sucked was that there’s no shoulder on the road and though the speed limit is 35 (20 for the school zone), folks are always going at least 40 mph. A truck zoomed past me at one point and I’m pretty sure he deliberately drove through a big puddle in order to drench me.
Once I got to the mailboxes (half-mile marker, more or less), I turned on my iPod. The Bee Gees, the Doobie Brothers, Dobie Gray and Nick Drake got me through the hellish walk home.
What. Was. I. Thinking.
I nearly died, but jeebus crispy am I gonna sleep well tonight. When I got home, I resisted the urge to collapse in the front room; instead I peeled off my wet clothes, changed into dry sweat pants and my lucky red shirt and did a lot of stretching.
As of today, I’ve apparently “run” 38 miles. I put run in quotes because 99% of those miles have been walked. But it’s a start. And it’s a lot for someone like me. So here’s me patting myself on the back and giving myself a high five.
Looks like more rain forever the rest of the week, but hopefully I’ll have my car back by Thursday. I don’t mind running in the rain or walking home, as long as I don’t have to do them both on the same damn day.
Oh! And I found out there’s going to be a 5k walk (5/10k run) on Arbor Day! I really want to sign up for it. I can walk three miles for trees! I love trees!
Hockey at 4:00. LET'S GO, CAPS!!!!
I should mention that my sister spent the night last night in order to drive us all to the pool; Mom’s car is dead and gone and mine is being repaired. So Sis drove us home after lunch. I ran inside and changed into my running gear and told her to drive me to the track on her way home. Her last words to me before I got out of the car were, ”I think you’re insane.” My response was, ”I’m pretty sure I am.”
It was 43° and raining pretty steadily, but I was determined to run. I had on my ugly orange shirt, my workout pants, my purple vest and my raincoat. And also my boonie hat, which I put on after I flipped the hood up on my raincoat.
I was all set to go.
Started out really well, but when I got to the third interval, I was pretty well soaked and miserable and felt like I was going to die. By the fourth interval, I was over it and though the fifth and six runs weren’t a walk in the park, I was still feeling pretty good. Instead of doing a full five minute cool down, I simply walked home. I stopped and stretched along the way (and didn’t have my headphones turned on), thank gad. The only thing that sucked was that there’s no shoulder on the road and though the speed limit is 35 (20 for the school zone), folks are always going at least 40 mph. A truck zoomed past me at one point and I’m pretty sure he deliberately drove through a big puddle in order to drench me.
Once I got to the mailboxes (half-mile marker, more or less), I turned on my iPod. The Bee Gees, the Doobie Brothers, Dobie Gray and Nick Drake got me through the hellish walk home.
What. Was. I. Thinking.
I nearly died, but jeebus crispy am I gonna sleep well tonight. When I got home, I resisted the urge to collapse in the front room; instead I peeled off my wet clothes, changed into dry sweat pants and my lucky red shirt and did a lot of stretching.
As of today, I’ve apparently “run” 38 miles. I put run in quotes because 99% of those miles have been walked. But it’s a start. And it’s a lot for someone like me. So here’s me patting myself on the back and giving myself a high five.
Looks like more rain for
Oh! And I found out there’s going to be a 5k walk (5/10k run) on Arbor Day! I really want to sign up for it. I can walk three miles for trees! I love trees!
Hockey at 4:00. LET'S GO, CAPS!!!!
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4 comments:
Good going! I don't recommend getting thoroughly soaked on a regular basis, but good for you for testing your limits.
It's raining here today, too, and I'm tempted to do a scheduled 2-mile run in the rain. What do you think? I have this overwhelming desire to stick to the schedule, especially since I've just begun.
Yeah, I probably won't be doing that again. At least not when it's below 50 degrees ;)
I say go for it! It's warm in California, right? Most of the reason I ran today is because I can't stand to be thrown off schedule. Is that dedication or are we just anal-retentive?...
The jury is still out regarding running in the rain today...temps are a bit cool,but not too bad. I kind of want to do it to see if I can. The current temp is 50.9F.
Here's a nice little link that turned up on the forum where I keep my running log.
53 Commandments
http://www.pinebeltpacers.org/Rules.htm
#36 may apply right now:
"36. Don’t wait for perfect weather. If you do, you won’t run very often."
I think #36 is particularly apt for runners in the PacNW.
Fifty degrees isn't bad! Give it a try. Or not, you know. No pressure.
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