Happy Monday!
Monday's and Friday's seem to have a lot of emotional attachment to them. You can be angry at Monday for making you get up early, and you can be joyous at Friday for being the end of your work week. My schedule is all over the place so Monday's and Friday's don't have this sort of attachment to them for me, but they do have a running attachment (as all day's do).
REST DAY!!
Well, technically Monday is "stretch and strength" day, and Friday, despite being a rest day usually becomes a cross training and yoga day. But it's a running rest day at least! Today though is going to be a true rest day. Why? Cause my body is TIRED!
Why?!
So this weekend I had my long run of 8 miles scheduled for Saturday and I was going to short recovery run on Sunday. (I will soon be nixing the recovery runs in lieu of my new job, which I will talk about later.) So for my other new job, the boss asked me to go take the yoga classes they already had so I could see what was being taught and meet the instructors. Cool, I'm always down for a yoga class, but the only time they offer yoga classes are Friday nights and Saturday mornings. I was weary, since my body is not back up to par yet, but I took them anyways.
Well... I noticed as I was about halfway through my second class that my lower back was getting very achy. So I started modifying a lot of the moves and focusing on my core (9 months of growing belly= weak abs=low back pain). As I stood up at the end of the class I noticed that I couldn't bend down to grab my water bottle! I couldn't walk, I could hardly even move.
Great, I thought. Here I am meeting my new co-workers and people that will probably take my classes and I can't move. How great am I? So I tried to play cool and after I was done chatting I walked to my car veeeeeerry slooooooowly.
I don't know what happened, but I could not MOVE when I got home.
This really beat me up inside because I had an 8 miler planned for as soon as I was done with yoga, but seeing as I couldn't stand up, I assumed I was running. AND I had an interview for a new yoga job scheduled for right after my run. "Sure I can teach your class... don't mind the fact that I CANT MOVE!" I iced, foam rolled, took a bath, and iced a lot more. And I prayed a lot for a miraculous healing as I rescheduled my interview for the next day. Man I was bummed.
I woke up in the middle of the night with p-benny
Hi guys.
and I my back was ON FIRE!! The husband suggested I take asprin. If you know me you know I take NO medicine unless it's 100% needed. This was 100% needed. So I took 2 asprin and it was amazing. I could feel my back calming down within a matter of minutes.
The next morning I sat on the edge of the bed and prayed, and stood up... and I didn't hurt!!! I asked him what was in those magic pills he gave me! Apparently, just asprin. Who knew?!
So I decided I would go for my run on Sunday cause if your a runner you know if you tell yourself you have to do a long run you HAVE to do a long run. I mean, if you don't, what's the point of living! So after planning my route close to home just in case...
Does anyone else write their long run routes on their hands? That's normal right?
I prayed some more and headed out.
First off, it was warm out. I haven't experienced a warm run in... long time here. But secondly I felt fine, so I turned on the tracker and hit the pavement.
I noticed I didn't hear the robotic "begin-ing run" that I usually do, but I didn't think too much of it. So when about 1/2 a mile in I heard "begin-ing run" I was confused, but figured I could add the distance when I got home. At my "1 mile" mark, my gps told me I was running a 7:05 min/mile. HA! I TRIED running a 7 min mile on the treadmill last week. I about died. I was keeping a good pace though, I assume a 9:05 or so I assumed. So then continuously over the next few miles it kept telling me I was keeping that pace I assumed something was wrong.
My run was going good enough until I reached about mile 5 1/2 and had to make a turn I was unsure of. My trusty hand directions had left out a detail I'm sure I thought I didn't need and I turned where I thought I was supposed to, turned again and thought I was doing good but about a mile later I faced a hill that seemed very unfriendly and I suddenly seemed to be lost on no mans road.
And again, my hand was useless. So I assumed I had taken a wrong turn somewhere and turned around and tried to turn down a different road to cut back to the road I wanted to be on. Sounds confusing right? Well it was and I got lost again and ended up on the road I had just turned off of! So I turned around and just headed back to a road that I at least knew where it led.
Did I mention the 25 mph headwinds yesterday brought.
I had turned off my gps by this point. It was wrong, I was lost. At least I took Land Nav in army and could probably eat wild berries if I must (I was right next to a TGI Fridays...) and I just kept running despite knowing nothing.
I'm not tracking my run! What's the point of even doing it!
Man was I tired. My insides hurt, I was sweaty, I was running low on water. I was hungry, it was SOOOOO windy, my legs were exhausted and I was mentally over it. But eventually I made it home in one piece and ended up only logging an extra mile cause I changed my route.
It was one of those times the phrase
really comes into play. I mean, I guess ultimately I did have a choice. I could have quit and called my husband to pick me up. Heck, I was in the middle of my city, I could have hopped on a bus or hitchhiked back. But I knew inside that if I did finish this run without dying, I would in fact be stronger because of it.
But not today. Today I am tired and sore. Tomorrow I'll be stronger.
Have you ever been lost on a long run before and kept going?
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