I decided to run the exact same route I ran on Day 59, with the exception of the stretch that I walked. It was the same amount of time, I knew precisely where I was going, and I wouldn't have to worry about my time or my route - just run almost out of town, turn around and come home. Easy as cheesy.
I woke up late, but the forecast called for it to be in the 80s most of the day, and sunny. It looked like it was about to rain when I rolled out of bed. I went outside - those are definitely rain clouds. I checked multiple weather sites, and although there was a 10% chance of rain, it appeared, if you didn't look at the sky, there was no chance of rain today. We have had hellacious pop-up storms lately, and I didn't want to chance it. So, I had a Dew and a wheat banana mini-muffin and I fretted around.
Finally, I decided it was time to go, even though it looked like it was about to pour. One problem with this route on a Saturday is that Post Apocalypticaville is full of kids during the day, and that held true today. Kids, loose dog, people working on their bombed-out house. Those people were actually friendly and waved as I panted past.
My ankle, while still sore, was holding up well, and wasn't bothering me during the run.
I was certainly questioning the sanity of running. It was hot, and the clouds were burning off -- it was actually full-on sunny by the time I got back -- thankfully, there was a little breeze, so most of the run was comfortable. I just kept wondering how this could really be that good for you. It hurts, so bad. How in the hell can it actually be good for you?! I'd much rather be at our favorite local weekend restaurant feeding on pancakes!
I made it to my turnaround spot in the 11th minute, so it was looking like I would have a faster first half. I was running pretty quickly, even though I knew I needed to slow it down for a 24 minute-er. My body was clearly preparing for a 5 minute walk as I approached the intersection, but thankfully I had "How Many People Wanna Kick Some Ass" playing, and I do, I do, so I kept going.
It was a completely uneventful run home. When I got on my block, I started counting houses because I knew I would not make it back to my house and I needed to be able to map my route. The last hill before my block is brutal at the end of this run and I was just burning and panting and, even though this block was downhill, I wasn't sure I could make it to the alarm. I rounded the corner to my street, and FINALLY the alarm went off.
I collapsed onto the couch when I got inside, panting like a complete maniac, on the brink of delirium. This is stupid.
I didn't quite make it (running) back to the house, but it was a little farther than I went on Day 59 (plus my turnaround point was slightly into the walk portion of my Day 59 route). When I mapped it, the distances, naturally, turned out just about the same, although I went about 53 feet farther on the first leg, which was also at least a few seconds shorter than the second leg.
That confused me. All I know, is that overall, this was a better run than 2 days ago, and OVERALL, this was the best time I've had.
I'm also questioning whether I'm remotely interested in running in a race. I loathe other people, and I am perfectly competitive against myself. I think it may be ludicrous to pay to have someone time me in my own personal hell: running with other people.
No Monday off this week - next run: Run 25 minutes. That one doesn't scare me as bad. One minute increases aren't so intimidating.
Weather: 81, Partly Cloudy, Breezy 8 mph, 76% Humidity, Feels Like 86
Time: Noon; Run 24 minutes
Distance: 3.24K (2.01m)
Elevation: +84.2/-85.4/net - 1.2 ft
5K/10K: 38:21/1:21:04
I mentioned on Day 59 the amount of hills, which somewhat surprised me when I saw the elevation profile, so I decided to include it today. It reminds me of the Batman logo...Anyway, the distance is across the bottom, and height up the side, so you can see a line in the middle that is the 1 mile turnaround point.
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