Working Out
I haven't really talked a whole lot about my workouts lately. They're getting done though. My mileage has dropped back considerably from 35 miles a week to only about 25 right now. This is really due to my plantar fasciitis not a lack of desire to run.
Prior to my half marathon March 3, the plantar fasciitis issue was acting up. But it wasn't a show stopper. I was still able to get out there and run my miles. After the half? Total show stopper. So, while I baby my foot, my miles are down.
I am getting in more cross training right now. And that's not a bad thing. I do enjoy lifting weights and doing a variety of DVDs (typically Cathe Friedrich workouts like MMA Boxing, MMA Kickboxing or her new XTrain Tabatacise), or taking a spin on my bike (on it's trainer still). Variety can be a really good thing.
But, I still love my running. I miss being outdoors when I'm doing some other workout. And, even with the pain in my foot, most of my runs have been really good. Monday Jason and I got in a great 4-mile run during lunch. It was warm though, 70 degrees. Considering my 10K was run at 50 degrees, this was stifling.
However, it did not thing to prepare me for last night's run with Amy. We new it was going to be hot. We are bypassing spring temps apparently. Last Thursday we ran in tights, long sleeves, and gloves. Yesterday it was short and tanks and we were both debating stripping down to our sports bras.
We both checked the temperature before heading out. We both read 86 degrees. We just didn't grasp how that temperature plust the humidity and wind would really feel. It's been dry for a few days so the pollen is layered on thick. Everything is tinted a yellow-green hue right now. The whipping winds swirled and swooshed the pollen and debris everywhere, especially in our faces.
I felt like pollen was caked up under my contacts even. And it probably was. It was 86 degrees at 4:45 when we set out on this adventure of ours. We thought we were prepared. Oh, no, we were not. Amy kept saying her legs felt like lead and she couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe so I barely had enough air to even bitch out loud. Maybe that was a good thing.
It ended up being rather comical though - the shear misery of it. We ended up just laughing. Like crazy fools. Maybe it was the heat getting to our brains after a certain point. And the crazier part? The more we bitched, the more we laughed, the faster we were going. Like...it's not already hard, let's just really make it impossible.
Somehow, I ended up with 6 miles at an 8:24 pace. My first mile was solo at 8:33. Mile 2 was spent stopping and starting against a lot of traffic and other pedestrians and was our slowest at 8:47. Then we got flat out crazy and hit 8:05, 8:15, 8:15. At this point we separated. I was going to be done at 5 miles but decided to loop around for 1 more mile, and Amy headed towards her house to get in another mile or so.
Do you ever have those runs that are impossibly miserable but you somehow kick some butt with them? Maybe even laugh?
Way to Go Wednesday
I can't end a Wednesday post just complaining about a hot run can I? It's Way to Go Wednesday shout out time!
Krysten at Darwinian Fail rocked out a new PR with her comeback race only 9 weeks post op!
Katie at Katie Heddleston PR'd at the Cherry Blossom 10 Mile Run.
Heather at Better With Veggies for realizing it was time to hit reset. That deserves a huge shout out!!
Mindy at Road Runner Girl for pushing through her most recent half (one I'd like to do) the Gulf Coast Half Marathon.
And a very very happy birthday to my dad!
I haven't really talked a whole lot about my workouts lately. They're getting done though. My mileage has dropped back considerably from 35 miles a week to only about 25 right now. This is really due to my plantar fasciitis not a lack of desire to run.
Prior to my half marathon March 3, the plantar fasciitis issue was acting up. But it wasn't a show stopper. I was still able to get out there and run my miles. After the half? Total show stopper. So, while I baby my foot, my miles are down.
I am getting in more cross training right now. And that's not a bad thing. I do enjoy lifting weights and doing a variety of DVDs (typically Cathe Friedrich workouts like MMA Boxing, MMA Kickboxing or her new XTrain Tabatacise), or taking a spin on my bike (on it's trainer still). Variety can be a really good thing.
But, I still love my running. I miss being outdoors when I'm doing some other workout. And, even with the pain in my foot, most of my runs have been really good. Monday Jason and I got in a great 4-mile run during lunch. It was warm though, 70 degrees. Considering my 10K was run at 50 degrees, this was stifling.
However, it did not thing to prepare me for last night's run with Amy. We new it was going to be hot. We are bypassing spring temps apparently. Last Thursday we ran in tights, long sleeves, and gloves. Yesterday it was short and tanks and we were both debating stripping down to our sports bras.
We both checked the temperature before heading out. We both read 86 degrees. We just didn't grasp how that temperature plust the humidity and wind would really feel. It's been dry for a few days so the pollen is layered on thick. Everything is tinted a yellow-green hue right now. The whipping winds swirled and swooshed the pollen and debris everywhere, especially in our faces.
I felt like pollen was caked up under my contacts even. And it probably was. It was 86 degrees at 4:45 when we set out on this adventure of ours. We thought we were prepared. Oh, no, we were not. Amy kept saying her legs felt like lead and she couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe so I barely had enough air to even bitch out loud. Maybe that was a good thing.
It ended up being rather comical though - the shear misery of it. We ended up just laughing. Like crazy fools. Maybe it was the heat getting to our brains after a certain point. And the crazier part? The more we bitched, the more we laughed, the faster we were going. Like...it's not already hard, let's just really make it impossible.
Somehow, I ended up with 6 miles at an 8:24 pace. My first mile was solo at 8:33. Mile 2 was spent stopping and starting against a lot of traffic and other pedestrians and was our slowest at 8:47. Then we got flat out crazy and hit 8:05, 8:15, 8:15. At this point we separated. I was going to be done at 5 miles but decided to loop around for 1 more mile, and Amy headed towards her house to get in another mile or so.
Do you ever have those runs that are impossibly miserable but you somehow kick some butt with them? Maybe even laugh?
Way to Go Wednesday
I can't end a Wednesday post just complaining about a hot run can I? It's Way to Go Wednesday shout out time!
Krysten at Darwinian Fail rocked out a new PR with her comeback race only 9 weeks post op!
Katie at Katie Heddleston PR'd at the Cherry Blossom 10 Mile Run.
Heather at Better With Veggies for realizing it was time to hit reset. That deserves a huge shout out!!
Mindy at Road Runner Girl for pushing through her most recent half (one I'd like to do) the Gulf Coast Half Marathon.
And a very very happy birthday to my dad!
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