Yeah, I'm not certain where that title came from. I'm in an odd mood though and wasn't feeling super creative. So that's what my brain gave me. I clearly decided to go with it. :)
Anyway, this blog is going to play "catch up" in the sense that I have 3 runs I need to update you all (or you, the singular person who will read this [thanks Thister]) on. (And I had Ketchup on hot dogs twice this week, in case you were curious . . .)
So here goes:
Thursday I got back from a three day camping trip with about 15 teenagers, after which I was quite exhausted, and not super up to running that evening. So instead, I pushed my 4 mile scheduled run back a day and did on on Friday.
Friday, I finished the aforementioned run in a decent time (44 mins or so) and felt alright after it. My calves were abnormally tight though, especially after one mile. I took my easier route, opting not to bother with the big hill because the following day I had to run my first 6.
Saturday, I worked the majority of the afternoon in my family's camper, cleaning it out and fixing it up a bit so we can sell it. (Anyone in Southern Michigan looking for a camper?) After a couple hours of recoup, I did the dreaded change into my work out clothes and set off on my six mile run (after some extra stretching). Once I finished mile 2 I wanted to quit. My calves were really stiff again. The sun was in my face. I was running on a road I don't normally, and so I had to guess my benchmarks and had no landmarks to help me out. I wanted to turn around and go home, but I did not, because I knew I would be super upset with myself if I did, and if I did turn around, I'd end up running 4 miles anyway, so I might as well just go the extra two. Once I hit mile 3, I just started talking to myself, basically saying, from here on out, you're heading home. That, for some reason, really helped me get my head in the game, which as Kelsey mentioned, is 80% of the battle. Also, it helped that at about 3.5, my calves FINALLY started to loosen up and work with me. So my last two miles were almost enjoyable. I finished my 6.1 miles in the stellar time of 67 minutes. To say I was happy about that time would be a bit of an understatement. :)
Today, was a scheduled easy 3 miles. In order to force myself to take it easy, considering how I had to adjust the schedule for the previous two days, taking out a day of rest, I decided to bring my dog along again. And force me to go slow, she did. We probably walked a total of a half mile, spread out over the 3. By the 3rd mile I was basically forcing her down the road with me, and she was trailing me by a good 8 feet so so. Poor thing. She did her best though and she still seemed to love me afterwords. A run that normally takes me about 32 minutes, took me nearly 40. I wasn't bothered at all by it though, because I knew it was just because of Ginger, and it was for the best anyway.
So there we go. You are all caught up on my life. :)
Much love.
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