Tie your shoelaces when running. Otherwise this might happen
Or maybe don’t because it’ll be a good cover-up for drunk shenanigans and bruises incurred while consuming too much whiskey later that night. Small favors. Not that I’d know anything about shenanigans. But seriously: tie your shoelaces. Luckily the fall resulted in mostly a bruised ego.
Another PSA: always remember to wear sunscreen. A lesson I learned the hard way the past few weeks in the nice weather. But a follow-up lesson: remember to REAPPLY the stuff. I’m lucky that I have my annual derm/skin appointment this week. She (my doc) needs to scare me silly.
Running wise, I’m going at it. Slow and steady. Such is the norm. I think my body is still reeling from the injury back in mid-March, the 2 week long illness I had around the same time and the huge miles I ran that month. Oh and maybe a little thing called a marathon last month.
That said, I have been slowly ramping up the miles this past week. I’m not doing anything with my pace right now, mostly because both my legs and mind balk every time I think I’m going to tackle it. But this past week saw the reintroduction of two things:
- A double digit long run. Early last week I was planning on running 11.5 miles but the really nice weather, coupled with some fresh legs, forced me to tack on an extra 2.5. FOURTEEN. And the pace was decent too. It’s funny how some runs can be so on with both distance and pace while others (*ahem*sunday*run) seem to falter from the get-go.
- Doubles. On Friday, after Cinco de Mayo, I had planned on running after work (Fridays are half days for me) but I woke up at 0615 anyway. Blahhhh. So I got up and went out for a quick run before work and then completed my miles post-work, for a grand total of 12 on that day. I was planning on 12 anyway but it’s soooo mentally easy breaking up the run as such.
Overall the motivation to GO and the overall pace of my runs is blah. I’m trying to embrace the blah. There’s too much going on in other aspects of my life to fight this. Maybe I would if I had a big goal race on the docket but I don’t. C’est la vie.
And, since work is wicked busy today, that’s all you’re going to get. This weekend, aside from emerging banged up, my roomie and I actually cooked/baked. Funny how last week I wrote that I really didn’t enjoy it and now I have a recipe to post. I guess I really don’t like just cooking for one, or cooking by myself, because this was fun.
Off to go apply my new favorite beauty product (seriously. This stuff is GENIUS)