I am on a running high right now.
I think about running a lot during my day.
I think about my goals for my upcoming half-marathon. It’s hard not to get all sorts of crazy goals in my head.
I’m trying to keep them in check and be realistic.
I’ll post my real goals next week.
Today I kept thinking about the run that was on my schedule for tonight. 5 miles @ an easy pace of 9:15. I was looking forward to it. Looking forward to getting out and running. I was a little worried because I thought I kept feeling some pain in my right metatarsals. I was worried my hips would start hurting again.
I kept psyching myself out all day long. I paid special attention to how I sat in my desk chair. I didn’t want to sit the wrong way and tweak something. I felt like a crazy person all day long.
I ended up not having time to run outside before it got dark. So, I had a date with the treadmill. Initially I wasn’t dreading it, then when I looked and it only said 2.2 miles and I felt like it should say 4.2 I started to get antsy.
I had planned on doing 5 miles @ a 9:15. This is what actually happened:
.5 @ 10:00
1.5 @ 9:15 (boredom is really starting to sink in)
1.5 @ 8:30
.5 @ 8:15
1 @ 7:47
Total: 5 mi @ 8:52
That last mile @ 7:47 was killer. I never felt like I was going to die, but it was tough. I was dripping sweat like I had just stepped out of the shower (gross).
Right after my run I did 15 push-ups, then stretched and foam rolled. felt.so.good.
For dinner we had some super awesome soup that I found on Running Around Normal a month or so ago. This is the 2nd time we’ve had this soup. It is sooooo good. Chris & my Dad even said it was really good. Score!
That’s all tonight friends, I’m tired as heck and I stink.
Happy Monday Y’all