Blog fail, sorry! Busy, busy, busy...
Wednesday I had dance. I love, love, LOVE this dance. It's so awesome and hilarious and I totally can't pull it off, but I love the sass. I'm also completely obsessed with the group that performs the song now (Beats Antique)--expanding my music horizons! I'm going to be sad when this class is over.
Thursday morning I ran by myself because that was the only time I could fit it into my schedule. Supposed to be a 45 minute tempo run. I went a little longer to fit in the even 5 miles. Tempo runs outside are really hard. The treadmill is easy because you just set the pace on the machine. But I'm not good at organically feeling my pace... I think I'm going super fast, but it's actually really slow, or I feel like I'm crawling but I'm actually zipping right along. Hills don't help anything either. I did go to the mall, where it was relatively flat for part of the run. However, it was also more dangerous, since people don't observe stop signs, and I was nearly hit 3 times by careless drivers. In the end, I felt pretty satisfied with my run: 5 miles in 47:08, pace 11:00 - 8:30.
Friday was a rest day, and by rest I mean gorge myself on delicious food because my lovely Little was in town, so naturally we had to go to all kinds of fabulous places. Sushi, chocolate martinis, etc. Excellent use of a rest day. :-)
Saturday was a 16 miler. Our first 12 were solid, so that's 2 miles farther than last time. We started to get tired then, so we did some run/walking for the last 4. I think part of it is that we're starting out faster-- our first 12 were pretty consistent between 9:30 - 10:30, instead of the 12:00 - 15:00 we were doing last season (yes, I AM bionic now!). But mostly I think it's the conditions. It's SO hot and SO humid and we're working on distance and speed. It's a lot to deal with. The highlight of the run was right at the end, despite our aching legs, burning lungs, and sweaty, disgusting everything: there was a guy outside mowing his lawn as we jogged past, and he stopped and asked us if we needed any more water or anything. How sweet is that? That is one of the best moments I've ever had on a run. Briefly restored my faith in humanity. I hope I live somewhere with lots of runners when I "grow up" (i.e., buy a house) so I can be nice to them like that. I'll also be sure to put a sprinkler out close to the road so they can run through it to cool off. That's always a lovely bonus during our long runs.
Sunday dance again. This Shake it Like Shakira class is hard work... we're learning 5 - 6 moves per class plus a new 1:30 - 2:00 combo each time. Not for the faint of heart, and definitely testing my skills and stamina. But fun, for sure.
So I was feeling pretty good about myself--made tangible progress with our long run, feeling confident with my dancing, great weekend with a great friend... but today's run crushed all that. It was the worst run ever. I haven't cried over a run in a very long time. I could blame a multitude of factors. It was 90 degrees when we started. I didn't eat or hydrate enough during the day. I'd been up since 5:30. I'm used to running in the morning, not the afternoon. I didn't plan the route, so I didn't know where we were going, and there was a lot of treacherous terrain. I'm fairly certain the entire first half was uphill. The second half, it poured. As in flash flood, puddles up to my ankles, feet squishing, polluted water stinging my eyes, weighed 5 extra pounds because of how wet everything was poured. I felt tired and hungry and slow and heavy and grumpy. Looking at our time, it wasn't quite as bleak as I'd thought: 6 miles in 1:03:25. I think the rain made us pick it up a bit in the second half, because I know the first half was unacceptably slow. I feel really bad about this run. And betrayed. I hate when the thing that is supposed to make me feel better about myself, about life, actually makes me feel worse. What am I supposed to do then? Shouldn't have gotten cocky about our running. Just makes this bad run sting more.
Off to continue moping and licking my wounds, and dreading Thursday's run.
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