Little Slow, I Guess

Seeing as I’m without a pedometer, I have been guessing my mileage by time. I’ve been assuming a slow pace to be 12 minutes a mile. Guess not. Today, when I was done running, I went to the car and traced out the route. Instead of 3.5 miles, I’d done 3.1 in just under 40 minutes. Whoopsy. That’s a little slow, even for slow me.

I think I’ll give the treadmill a whirl at lunchtime and get a better feel for a 12 or 11 minute pace.

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Mental Toughness

Last night on that four mile run, I wanted to stop somewhere around 20 minutes into the run. I was going around a track, and I’ve learned that tracks are evil to me. They keep me fitfully aware of all that time passing, and I can’t stand them.

And yet, I persisted.

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Seeing Double

I just got back from another 4 mile run. This is the thing: I have this urge to do double workouts every day that I’m working out, and I used to think this was horribly bad. Only now, I’m finding supporting information.

This month’s runner’s world has a profile of a woman who does ultras and the like. She runs six miles at a pop three or four times a day to practice up the mileage she needs. Thomas Jane, the actor who plays The Punisher, trained twice a day, with six hours rest in between, to get as buff as he needed to become the main character.

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4 Miles (I hope)

I have now officially destroyed my 5th Walmart pedometer. I wear them against my ankle and I guess my sweat doesn’t do them much love. At 2.60 miles, it died, but stayed showing that number for the next mile and a half. To mark out 4 miles, I ran for 50 minutes, which was four 12-minute miles plus a little on top for just in case. Rats.

The run was nice. I was a bit chilly but just the same, I endured and enjoyed. I saw some kind of bird that looked like a football with a black drinking straw sticking out of its nose. I ran by the new gym that’s offering $10 monthly memberships (strip mall sized and not exceptionally impressive). And the sun was doing beautiful things to the sky and to people’s chemically-perfect lawns.

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Cross Training and Nutrition

I did 2 miles on the elliptical machines at the gym this morning. Man, I finally figured out how to use them. You jump on and watch whatever TV is playing in front of you, and you DON’T PAY ATTENTION to the mechanics of the movement. If you do, you immediately get messed up.

Anyhow, that’s how I did it.

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What The?

Bowling just kicked my ass. I’m not kidding. Four strings of big balls. Yep. I’m beat. My ITB is screaming. My forearm is dying. Don’t ask about my thumb.


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Hello Drizzle

3.5 miles in drizzle and high humidity, and even my Under Armour stopped wicking. I had a weird hip pain somewhere around halfway, but then I realized I’d been running on the left side of the road exclusively, and that was the hip in pain. Duh. Switched sides of the road (despite that being running WITH traffic), and the pain went away immediately. Humans, huh?

I’m off to do some stretching and shower before the spider monkey wakes up.

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Another Two Miles- Treadmill

Whoa. Treadmill running is kind of more intense than street running because– hey! I have to keep the same pace the whole time, unless I get all nintendo on the machine and make it go up and down. Whoof.

So, another two miles at an 11:19 pace. Whatever that’s all about.

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