After last week's poor showing of getting actual runs in (two of four, seriously?), she entered this week with a renewed determination and started Monday off just as planned.
With a rest day.
Tuesday she found herself waking up at 3:45, then 4:45 and she just knew she would have gotten up right then and there, but stayed under the warm covers until the alarm began singing to her at 5:30. And then she shushed it for 9 minutes.
At 5:39, she dragged herself out of bed, and crept downstairs, careful to not wake Jeff the dog, who somehow was still snoozing in the guest room across the hall and turned on The Daily Burn. TBT this week was a 20 minute challenge of three exercises and 15 total reps every minute, on the minute. Yikes. Heaving and hawing after 5 rounds, and pressed for time, she cut the workout short by 5 minutes, knowing there was an evening run in store for her anyway. At least her legs were not sore like they were after that first workout.
Gym bag packed, and ready for a change of scenery for her run (perhaps she'd run on a trail near work), our heroine was annoyed with herself at the end of the day when she found her gym bag had everything .... except running shoes. After a sigh, she headed home instead, took Sir Jeff for his evening walk, then bundled up and headed out for the Tuesday 3 in the neighborhood. It was chilly and the legs were feeling good, so instead of a threasy, she went for a moderate-effort tempo. Perhaps this would be half marathon pace one day. Not really paying attention to pace, the effort felt good but not hard. In the end, a nearly perfect 3 miles (3.01) in 33:56, an 11:16 pace. Faster than long run pace, yay!
Wednesday had intended to be an afternoon TBT day, but by mid-afternoon, our heroine was feeling run down and exhausted. Was she finally coming down with whatever was going around the office?!?!?! She wisely chose to rest and relax and enjoy a few episodes of The Americans, which she joyously found she could watch with her Amazon Prime membership.
Thursday morning was a sleep in day, and the gym bag again was packed, ready for a treadmill run at the gym after work. Again, run plans were thwarted when she realized she had forgotten her @#$@#$%@ sports bra. UGH, for a moment she considered going home and just going for a run outside. But it was 4 miles today and it would be too dark to be running that far alone. So an alternative plan was conceived. Elliptical! Surely an elliptical would not result in so much bouncing that an underwire couldn't handle it.
Well .... the underwire could barely handle it and our heroine learned how much core work it takes to keep from bouncing so much (an ironic lesson?) and also how much the elliptical once again drives her bonkers. Still, she managed to hold onto her sanity for 4 miles in 45 minutes, consistent with running pace.
Also, she is probably getting rid of that underwire, because man, it was so obvious how little it did.
Until next time ....
Same run time, same run blog.
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