Pre-Run Note: I've been reading other people's running blogs here and there. By and large, they make me laugh louder and harder than anything else I have read in a long time. One universal theme seems to be that these people are crazy. Like self-acknowledged that running makes them crazy. But, but, what about the stress-busting, mind-clearing, endorphin-releasing propaganda? That was a big part of what drove me down the road to this crazy trail full of oxygen-deprived lunatics. I actually feel more sane after an evening of flipping through these pages, and am now going to allow myself to start that excel spreadsheet that I've been dreaming about for awhile now...Expect more data, people, more data!!
I have to do laundry. I was looking for an acceptable shirt to wear for my run and I came to my old Nike Soccer shirt. I refuse to combine two things I hate so much, soccer and running, and show my face in public. So I broke in my sponsor's shirt.
It wasn't "so" hot today, but I still decided to wait until dusk to run again. If I go back to work, and if I'm honest with myself, I will be running at night. I may keep running Saturday mornings, so I don't get totally out of the habit of morning running, since that's when races will be. Anyway, all day I couldn't wait to run. I was adding a minute, walk 5, run 8, walk 5, and we all know by now how I fail hard when I get too excited. It's just that Day 22 was so awesome!
I did my stretches, noting exceptionally tight hammies, and set off, planning to follow Day 19's route.
Here is where I get to my lesson, or at least the light bulb moment that will lead me to research and learning....I mean, I noticed this as soon as I left my alley, but it hit me in the face when I started running. Memorial Day was Monday. That means everyone's trash day gets pushed back a day. Our trash day is Thursday. Today. So everyone put out their rancid, dead smelling trash this morning and let it soak in the sun all day, as it won't be picked up until tomorrow. Now, almost two hours after my run, the smell is still singed in my nose and throat. It most certainly threw off my pace and my attempt at calm, focused breathing. I ran like a bat out of hell, holding my breath, instead. My project is to learn where the boundaries of our trash route are, so I can get past it, fast, on the next holiday week. Oy, vey.
I have to say, though, there was something joyous in running past rancid trash, with a pink cupcake on my shirt, while listening to "My Name Is." That's right, friends, I have like 30 songs on the mp3 and half of them are Eminem, a sprinkling of Glee Show Choir tunes, and most of the rest is classical. I am an awesome mess.
At any rate, there were a lot of doucheys out today, as well as kids on bikes that don't know the rules of getting over when someone is coming towards them. Thankfully the one kid that came up behind me took the ditch instead of just plowing into the back of my legs. It was also the first time I had to deal with traffic getting in my way, but all obstacles were maneuvered through fine, if not throwing my pace off here and there.
Back to the doucheys...I decided not to circle back down the same road, as I have been the last few runs, and instead cut up onto my favorite, relatively quiet side street.
I was struggling a bit, and I was getting uncomfortably close to my hills/Rapist Corridor. I decided to check the time, because I thought I should be getting terribly close. I had less than 2 minutes left. OK, I think I can eek that out as far as the run, but where do I go to avoid the hills, the doucheys, and Rapist Corridor?! And WOW! That means I ran 6 minutes with virtually no struggle, in spite of being all over the place with my pace and breathing!
Sooo...I was in the last minute and I decided to take the downhill. I knew I wouldn't have enough time left that I would have to deal with the uphill, so this seemed like the absurdly easy way out. And yep, the alarm went off just a few steps downhill, I stopped, turned around, and started walking home. At that particular spot, the entrance to Rapist Corridor, I wasn't worried about how ridiculous I looked.
Even though I was running late, I had not had dinner yet. Shortly after I started my walk home, I got a severe cramp across the top of my stomach. It felt like a normal side cramp, but went halfway across. Ugh, thankfully it passed quickly. It did take me a little longer to catch my breath again tonight, and I was terribly dizzy as soon as I started walking.
I felt like I was kind of slamming into the pavement tonight, and my legs were a little rough when I got home, so I went ahead and iced both knees, and my left shin. Overall, though, I felt amazing. I added a minute without too much trouble, got my best race time predictor, and I kinda feel the addiction. I can't wait to run again in 2 days, when I'll add ANOTHER minute!
One other thing..my favorite thing about running is taking off my socks when I get home. Nasty. I need new socks because these all simply need burned.
Weather: 82, Partly Cloudy/Dusk, No Wind, 47% Humidity
Time: 8pm; Walk 5, Run 8, Walk 5
Distance: 2.11K (1.31m)
Elevation: +54.3 ft/-54 ft/net .3 ft
5K/10K: 45:43/1:36:37
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