Okay, what the Hell is up with those elliptical machines? I tried one at the gym this morning and it kicked my sphincter! I mean it. I did 10 minutes and even that felt like it was killer. But what the F? I mean, I am going to run 12 miles tomorrow in the woods, at a fairly okay clip. So why does this machine kill me?
And why does it seem like ladies use them like it’s no big thang?
Wednesday saw me running a 5K on the treadmill at the gym, to test out the new trail shoes before I got them muddy. Nothing much to speak of, but still some more mileage into the training book for the week.
This morning, I ran six miles in Maudslay. It was dark when I started, but still hazy and muggy. By the second mile, I looked like I’d fallen into the river. By the last mile, I smelled like it. It was a great run, especially when I wanted to quit around mile four. Somewhere, I just started saying, “Stick with the Plan,” and then, “Plan with the Stick.”
Okay, I can’t do math. My run last night were sub-10 minute miles (not closer to 9), with a burst at the end. I did a fair job of it. Ran with a guy named Bob. I’m really happy with my performance, and I feel pretty good considering I did a 10 mile run the day before, the gym and home workouts before the race. Mind you, I’d forgotten there was a race. I might’ve done that stuff differently. But whatever.
48:30 for 5 Miles!
I kinda-sorta almost forgot I have a 5 mile race tonight at 6PM. It’s on the beach at low tide. I can’t wait, because that’s one of my typical weekly stomping grounds. I’m doing it for love. No real goals in mind. Finish without death, either mine or others. : )
I also picked up some new trail running shoes (pic). I hope they work out, but I’ve got a date with the treadmill tomorrow to lab test them. If they chew, I can give them back. No problems.
I stepped onto the field at 5:08AM. It was pouring rain, the side-swipe of Hurricane Charlie writ small in little drops. It was still dark, but every time I attempted to use my flashlight, it just mucked up my night vision, and didn’t give me much visibility. It’s dark, pouring, and I’m alone in the woods. Perfect!
Strangely, the run part was easy cheesy. When did running so many miles become okay? I flew down the trails, skittering here and there over exposed roots and loose stones, but never once dumping. Muddy? Oh yeah. I had soakers before the first mile. But everything was so electric. I felt alive. Oh, at the beginning, when it was really dark, I couldn’t shake those Blair Witch feelings, but hey. Sure made me run faster.
Okay, I *did* get lost. My map dissolved. Yes, I know. Laminate. But at the time, it didn’t happen. Big post tomorrow, but for now:
11 miles all told, 10 in the woods and the other on the streets. I have a lot to make you laugh about tomorrow.
A recent post by Karen and my own recent post about people inspiring each other has turned my thinking inward. This often happens. I blame that damned introspection gene. The sooner there’s a cure, the better.
I’ve got to get out the notebook and figure out what the next set of goals surround. I have to redefine my guiding principles. I need to look at my personal creed and build it back up. This is the tool I’ve used for well over a year now, and it works well.