Today I got a super creepertastic feeling as I was getting ready, so I decided to go a different route than I've been running day after day. I took a route that I ran back in the early days of this madness - the post-apocalyptic neighborhood set in the middle of really nice old houses, where I usually don't see a soul. I debated if I was having a creeper feeling if I should go a route where there wasn't much traffic, but I did anyway.
Since knowing where my finish line is going to be is so key for me, I mapped a route before I left. I tried this, too, back in the early days, and it didn't work out so hot for me. The difference is now I have actual data to be able to figure out the distance I can expect to run. Since today was the same as yesterday, Walk 5, Run 11, Walk 5, and I planned to go nice and slow again, I figured out where the finish was on a nice big loop and set off.
One of the reasons I have avoided this side of my neighborhood is that it is hilly and I am not interested. I was hoping my 5 minute warm up would get me up the biggest hill, but it barely got me started up it, so I opened with a pretty decent hill that was a large block long. Sooo...I was winded by the time I got to the top. And I was still running AWAY from my finish line.
I had a couple creeper moments, so I was glad I left the route up on the laptop at home. You know, for the cops to find me. However, everyone turned out to be less of a creeper than they appeared, and I trekked on. Two of them were picking up trash in the road. I daresay they were picking up the fireworks trash that I complained about yesterday.
I was definitely having a hard time today. I was running slow, I thought, but it just seemed like way farther than I could ever run. I had a long straight shot to the busy road I always run on, so I could see it, getting farther and farther away with every step I took. :/ I checked the time in the 6th minute and knew I was toast. Speaking of toast, I had a few handfuls of cereal and a splash of water before I left. My stomach is still killing me. And speaking of my stomach...when I was almost to that busy road, I thought I was going to puke. Not like normal, I ran too hard, or drank too much water, but, uh oh, I have a flu and I'm about to puke on a busy road. As soon as I thought it, I really was toast and had to start walking.
It was in the 8th minute, so I walked about 110 feet, which was farther than I wanted to, but I was in bad shape. When I actually made it to the busy road, I took off again. I knew my finish line should be my street, but I fell about a block short of it. So I walked home, knowing my times would suck. I finished, more or less, but I wasn't happy with it. Overall, I actually finished just a smidge better than yesterday, but my just run time was worse. And both paled to the first Day 36, where I killed it.
Tomorrow is a rest, and Thursday is a walk 5, run 13, walk 5. My first go-around was a catastrophe, resulting in about 9 minutes of running. I'm pretty sure I'll get my Thursday run in, but I'm not sure what will happen for the next week, as I head back to my homeland-from-another-life! If I do get to run while on vaca, I'll try to post a mini- mini- blog.
One last thing - I almost filled my mp3 last night with music Husband brought home for me. Yay!
Weather: 79, Mostly Cloudy, No Wind, 88% Humidity, Feels like 84
Time: 9am; Walk 5, Run 11, Walk 5
Distance: 2.39K (1.48m)
Elevation: Unavailable
5K/10K: 46:37/1:38:32
Run Time: 11 mins
Distance: 1.46K (.91m)
5K/10K: 41:35/1:27:53
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