Saturday, and it's supposed to be hot. I definitely wanted to get up and get my run over with early. Perhaps the pasta I had for dinner last night will help with the walk 5, run 7, walk 5 assigned for today? Since I was in a bit of a rush, I only had about one cup of water before leaving, and no food. Today was the first day for running in shorts and the first day for a pony tail. Absurd that the last run required layers and a stocking cap and today I'm going to be sweltering first thing in the morning.
Off I go, down the busy road, trying to estimate where I should turn to get the timing right to get home. My knees were hurting this morning, especially when I started running. I'm sure it's due to the lack of grass running I've been doing. The pain helped with what I had been focusing on the whole time I was getting ready: run slow, really, really slow. Seven minutes seems like an eternity to me. I toyed with the mp3 player before I left, but until I get more music on it, I didn't want to mess with it.
I was doing pretty well - running slow - I remembered to focus on the arm swinging. I was breathing better, overall feeling better. I didn't feel the need to check the time, nor did I want to. Seven minutes was going to be a long, long time, no point in looking. I turned off the main road so that I could come back the route I went on the 5 minute run, which I couldn't believe I finished - and was my last successful run. I had to run downhill when I turned off the main road, which takes a lot of concentration to not go too fast, and to not fall on my face.
When I turned on the next street, it was back uphill. Hills are my mortal enemies. I get totally psyched out by the slightest incline. Now I have to check the time. And, great, I'm only 4 minutes in. BALLS! There is no way I can make it 7 minutes! I had really just started with the panting, but I didn't feel like I had it in me. So I decided to stop at the 5 minute mark. This would put me where I was supposed to be last Saturday, when I screwed with the schedule and haven't completed a run since. It will give me two days off, and I'll be restarting week 3 as if this week never happened. :( I'm not thrilled, but I have seen on other blogs that this is a rough week, so I know I'm not alone.
So, at 5 minutes, I started walking. I was totally tapped out, but the five minutes did not seem as bad as it did last week. So...maybe I'll be able to hit the six minutes on Tuesday, after my rest days.
On my walk home, I went by a garage sale. I fought the urge to totally stop, but I did ask the price on an item as I went by. Of course I had no cash, but I went home and got Husband and we went back. We are now the proud owners of a wheelbarrow, which should come in handy for getting me from the 10K course to the car/ambulance/hospital in October. We decided we would keep yard saling, so I didn't have a lot of icing time before we went out. My left shin was hurting pretty bad and got a little of the ice, along with my knees. I again ran all pavement today...
Husband told me he had read a great training exercise is to run barefoot in grass. No way. There were slug trails all over the place this morning, glistening in the morning sunlight. I'd like to rank the order of my despisal of worms, snakes and slugs. 1. Snakes. 1. Worms. 1. Slugs. Sick, I hate them. I even hate when the bugs have half eaten a slug and left its body (?) for me to leap over, which I did multiple times today. Sick.
Okay, so two days of rest, then I'll be back on Tuesday with a walk 5, run 6, walk 5.
Weather: 66, sunny, no wind, 80% humidity
Time: 9am; Walk 5, Run 5, Walk 7
Distance: 1.78K (1.11m)
Elevation: +45.6/-47.4/net -1.8 ft
5K/10K: 51:52/1:49:39
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