Saturday’s fair trip took the place of running. I dug out my Fuelband and wore it just for the fair that afternoon. Just under 10,000 steps. Which means it was actually over 10,000 because the Fuelband hasn’t worked properly in months. Granted that wasn’t anywhere near enough to negate the funnel cake or the pretzel I ate but it only comes once a year right? Totally worth it.
Sunday, I was a little tired, so I headed out for my run in early afternoon. I did this run the same way I had the previous two. Letting my feet do whatever they wanted to do, and every now and again they were reined in by my stomach. Apparently my head was still not invited to the party. I set out to do 5 or 6 miles. Also on the plan was to meet up with my mom and the puppy for the first mile and then mile 4. Other those 2 miles which I knew would be mostly walked, I had wanted to keep miles 2, 3, 5+ around a 10:15 pace. That seemed like a good pace for an easy run for me. Well, that’s what my head wanted to do. Miles 1 and 2 went mostly according to plan. Mile 3, umm oops. Mile 4 brought a big hill and puppy time, so it was back to the plan. Except I would have thought it would have been a little slower than that- closer to 14:00. Mile 5- again, oops. So not 10:15. Maybe I should ignore my head more often? I shut off the Garmin at 5 miles and walked another ½ mile to my house.
Every time I walk up my driveway, I tell myself that it is the perfect place for hill repeats if I could just force myself to follow through. I totally get the point of hill repeats but they are just so damn scary sounding.
Monday was well, Monday and let’s leave it at that . 🙂 Since I usually leave work and head somewhere else to run, it is inevitable that when I get there I have the urge to pee. So annoying, and of course, there are often no available bathrooms. So I generally run the next 4-5 miles trying to ignore it. Great training for a half right? Haha! I planned on running tonight after work and at 3:30 I realized that I had already consumed 154 ounces of liquid. Ummm, oops? So I stopped drinking after that to see if it changed anything. I headed to the river path for a few miles. Even though I was running solo, I chose to treat the run like I was starting with my mother. I walked the concrete part of the path before hitting the asphalt and running.
It felt so much hotter than 80. They were quite a few people out today. As I was running up the hill, it felt harder than it should. As I was huffing and puffing and probably turning a lovely shade of red, I noticed about 3 people running towards me. 3 turned into 5 high school boys. A hundred yards later, oh look here comes the cross country boys team, complete with coach and assistant. Please don’t notice my poor form or the fact that a 9:30 mile is kicking my butt while you all fly by me. At least it wasn’t the girls team, that would just be perfect. Did I mention I felt like busted can of biscuits when I put on my running clothes tonight? Thanks “recovery” week. Few hundred yards later, oh look- I spoke too soon. Here comes the girls cross country team. And yes, I now feel giant, thank you very much.
I kept running until I hit the turn around point. My pace felt pretty good going back down but harder than I would have liked. I ran under a little tree, little not big, and my Garmin went cuckoo. My slow pace alert kept buzzing- 15:14, 14:45, 13:25, and on. WTF! I know it wasn’t right but it was pissing me off. For once, I really did need the Nike app as a back up. My pace was pretty good (for me) but I was tiring, so I called it at 4 and just walked the rest of the way back to the car. Which turned out to be good choice because I could the trail from the street and there were 2 roaming, off leash dogs. Safe!! My splits on Nike were pretty good actually. The Garmin had mile 3 about 35 seconds behind, but mile 4 was pretty close. How does that work?
Speaking of the fair, I can hear Lady Antebellum through my windows right now. Last night was the only concert that I kind of really wanted to go to but couldn’t make it work with work right now. 😦 I was hoping I could some of it but it was the first concert that I couldn’t make out. All I heard was bass and drums, come on Florida Georgia Line, help a girl out!
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