I was going to do little updates on my running highs and woes as a little footnote on blog posts but then felt they didn’t belong tagged onto prompts so I resisted. Now, I have three sessions’ worth! Enough to merit their own post. Sorta. Though this makes it a too-long post.
I am surprising myself with my commitment to this running biz. Every two days, rain or shine, ass-freezing cold or sun. Okay, let’s be honest, the only rain I have encountered thus far is a few drops at the beginning of one run and even less at the end of another. Real rain? We’ll see how much of a wuss I am! I did, however, run through some snowflakes so that makes me a warrior, right? Said snowflakes didn’t even last a second once arrived at destination (ground) but still. Right?
Wednesday’s (May 6) run was it was warm enough to do without a jacket and I found a little fanny pack for my phone, the armband still missing. I am so very pleased to say that not once did I wonder “how many more miles” so to speak and got all the way to the other end of the secret garden. Though I was managing to breathe rather well, I was running out of gas and may have fudged the last 10-15 seconds of the run part on the last two sets. Out of guilt, I added another 2.5 sets to make up.
Random picture taken during my walk back. Will be noting the evolution
On Friday, I had to get up early as my car was being towed to the dealership. It died and no matter what we tried, would not start. Fun stuff. Not. This also meant I had to get my run in earlier as I knew, if they were able to fix it (which they did), I’d have to pick it up before 3:00 pm. It was damn cold. I also joined a 30-day 15-minutes/day free workout program I found on Facebook. Betty Rocker Challenge. Oh boy! This is gonna be good! I love how she has variations on each move to match your fitness level. I am especially glad that I lost any ego I used to have which would make me do what I shouldn’t. I did that workout – man can a person sweat in fifteen minutes! Put on my jacket plus my ear warmers and out the door I went. Since I had already more than warmed up, I started to run immediately. Surprise, surprise, this was my best day, yet! Phone in my pocket, I never once looked at it. The first two sets are still a bitch but by the third all the way to the tenth, I was good. Because I had started right outside my door, I made it just to the entrance of the garden before turning back. I reached the park where the above bud was pictured – and forgot to take an updated pic – and decided I would tack on three more sets again. I even ran around the “skating rink” to give myself more room to run off the asphalt.
I realised in the last few running days that I catch my breath faster so starting Sunday, I was going to reduce the walk time to 1.5 minutes, keeping the running at 2.
While walking Zeke, I got a call at 1:30 saying car was ready so had to cut the walk short.
And that brings us to yesterday. Mother’s Day. Does that mean I slacked off? No siree! This chick is on a mission!
Iain got up early (any time before 3:00 pm is early 😉 ) and made me his fabulous cheffy scrambled eggs.
I then putzed around on the computer, giving myself time to digest before hitting the 15-minute workout followed by my run. Oh. Em. Gee! Betty! Can’t the Full-Body Explosion happen on a non-running day? Sweat and cursed my out-of-shapedness. Bundled up and out the door I went. Again, the run started outside my door. Jesus, Mary and Joseph! It was fucking cold! And the wind… good gawd, the wind! How was I supposed to turn the inner dialogue off and not give up right away? The litany of “keep going”, “don’t give up”, “around the corner, it will be better” just went on like a broken record. Again, first two sets – murder. Wait! Shit! I forgot to change my walk time to 1.5. Damnation. I changed it. Now I know I could have easily set it to 8 sets, having done two, but thought, no… let’s just start over. My steps were short, my pace was slow but it was in a forward direction, so there’s that, right? Right. Though I am fairly certain I saw a turtle pass me, look back with a snort and said “slowpoke”.
Pretend those clouds are the wind…
I did not make it as far as I had on Friday but I did manage to refrain from looking at my timer all the way. Why is this so hard? Oh yeah, that little thirty seconds less of recup time made quite the difference. Plus, like the proverbial camper who changes seats only to have the smoke blow in my face, so did the wind shift. Ugh. Once I made it to the park that tells me I am almost home, I decided to add that one extra set as the last three runs included three extra. Why not? Besides, look at that path. Isn’t it lovely and inviting?
Stretch and shower and off to visit Mom. I had her yeast to deliver and brought a case of beer for Yvon. We took all the necessary precautions. I opened the case, had her take a couple beers out and then put the case aside to “air out and release the virus” so to speak. We washed our hands, sat at either end of the table and toasted motherhood with glasses of wine for us and a beer for him.
Got home around 7 pm and Iain prepared his feast of homemade linguine with seafood in a creamy sauce. He was so displeased with his efforts, he is planning on a do-over. I, frankly, love all the effort he made for me. We then had the most delicious coffee and brandy crème brûlée for dessert (my picture sucks, the angle was wrong, but trust me, that caramel was burnt to perfection). I then sat on the couch and thought I would die from over eating.
Coffee Brandy Crème Brûlée
Thanks for staying till the end… I promise to ramble less, next time. Well, I will try not to, anyway.