The plan was to do 18, but I ran out of water around mile 14, and I was running out of fuel by the middle of 15, so I stopped at 16. I’m not sad about that. It reminds me that there’s a reason I schlepp around that 40 ounce Camelbak on my big runs. I had two 20 ounce hand bottles with me, one with 1/2 gatorade and the other straight water. Unfortunately, I wasn’t thinking as clearly this morning.
So, 16 sweet miles, and one stinky runner when I was done. This after climing two mountains the day before.
Brent asked me about books that motivated me. I made a list at Amazon. Now here’s the thing: I don’t know how, but Kat changed the nickname to “mommybelly,” and I can’t change it back. Whatever. Here’s the link.
So I just browsed about sixty fitness journals. MOST of the journals were started by people (90-100% female) who wanted to lose weight (usually 50-100 pounds), but who had several reasons why they couldn’t or hadn’t lately (no comment). It was discouraging, and yet, I still don’t know what I’m thinking about it all.
Do I want to try and help out? Do I think there’s something I could do to combat the 65% rate of obesity in the US? Could there really be a dent in this number, even if a hundred people went out on a mission to save humanity from itself?
Today was a workout day. I worked hard on my shoulders, my triceps, and my core muscles. For giggles, I ran a mile on the treadmill.
Last night, I played tennis with a coworker. I really love the workout that gives you. Man, it can really get intense.
So, my attempt at 10 miles after the 3rd shift thingy with the 34 degree weather ended up boiling down to only 3 miles. But not for physical reasons.
Instead, I found that I was too worried about losing my car, because I’d parked in a weird location at the forest where the marathon will be, and I just kept thinking, “I’ll NEVER find my car again, and waaaaahhh!!!!” So there.
It’s 3:41AM (ish) and I’m at work, doing third shift emergency stuff. Most people would pack it in when this is all done and go home, right? Not me.
My plan is for 10 miles or so (whatever the long loop is at Willowdale), and *then* I’ll go home. Running after an entire night without sleep will be another kind of endurance test. I wonder how my body will react.
Of all mags I currently read for inspiration and physical activity, Trail Runner definitely tops the list as the one that keeps me motivated. There are great tips, lots of stories about people I can relate to, and plenty of angles from which to approach things.
I had a KILLER run this morning. A beautiful 5.5 miles of my local trails, but with some twists. I did hill repeats. My goal was to purge Sunday’s disappointment by countering it with hard effort. I threw myself at those hills. I tried pounding myself against the hill over and over again, attempting to make it into a mountain. That said, I felt accomplished. It was a good run.
The rest of the run was my standard course, but I started later. Starting at 6:00AM instead of 4:50 made it so that I could see. What a difference.
Part of the reason I seemed so crabby after my race yesterday was that I’m starting to wonder about how fit I am for the upcoming November marathon.
First off, I haven’t been logging the miles. My time to run is morning, and as it’s getting darker and darker, I’m not getting to the trails as often. Running on the roads is a chore, so I’ve been somewhat sluggish in performing. But, as yesterday’s race taught me, I am no where near ready to haul all 26.2 miles based on hopes and intentions.