I ran 3 miles in the morning, did 20 minutes of cardio at lunch, and ran 2.25 more miles tonight. I did a full workout. With all this, I totaled out 28267 steps. That’s 16.02 miles to you and me. Not shabby, eh?
Training today was: Run 3 minutes, walk 2 minutes, and repeat 6 times. Even with walking, I managed 3 miles within that 30 minutes, aka a 10 minute pace. I’m thinking maybe my math was a little off or something, or maybe I counted my warmup walk steps into the run. But whatever. I was out there running for a half hour, and I covered 3 miles.
Saw someone I know from our daughter’s music class. She and a friend were out running. I felt really good being another runner on the path, and not just watching them go by.
I read somewhere (forget where now) that I needed to fire my inner critic and hire an inner coach. At first, the idea seemed kind of laughable. Then I realized I’ve been doing it for a little while now, and I’m glad.
Think of the conversation that happens inside your head all day long. People like me, with low self-esteem, tend to listen a lot to their inner Critic, that voice of negativity that tries to help you navigate life by protecting you. Only, it has a really bad way of protecting you.
This morning, I ran my 30 minutes alongside the Atlantic Ocean. The sun was busy painting the clouds. Little fast birds raced along the waves. As I ran, the water lapped at my legs. It also killed another pedometer on me.
I forgot to remove the pedometer from my ankle before my feet were submerged. It was something else.
Tonight’s workout was rough. It didn’t start until well after 10PM, and I was doing it solo. I slogged through it, paying great attention to NOT shortcutting or skipping steps. I made it through.
I had 12 minutes of cardio to do, so I ran. I stayed in the 130s for most of the run, but near the end, I did two 30 second sprints. Man, I love running balls out for short durations. I wonder how long before I’ll actually be able to sprint a little longer.
Last night, I knew enough to NOT workout. My body said, “You had a plate full today, mister.” I’d already run 2.25 miles in the morning, and then did another 20 minutes of cardio at lunch. Guess I’m glad I knew enough to relax instead. Oh, and eat plenty of protein and drink lots of water.
It’s official. I’m running a 5K. I’m registered. I paid them money. I will even have to collect a number. I will run up a hill that I used to think was too steep for my CAR to climb.
But what’s up with getting there at 7 something in the morning? That’s NUTS!
Today’s theme was: Dealing with Discomfort.
I worked on my mental game, because my watch was broken so I was using kat’s. I left my pedometer at home, so I had no sense of mileage, except for my pace. I ate my carbs too close to the run, so my belly was a bit wonky.
Strength workout tonight. Man, the same thing still kicks my ass. I have a trouble with shoulder presses, evidently. I’ve shied away from them for years. I’m glad to be taking them head on this time.
Site to check out: Tennis Welcome Center. It’s a bit of a primer for people who might want a little something different in their workout.