Hi Guys. I am sorry I did not make yesterday morning. I was struggling a little with how to coordinate the kids and Tim and I both being gone and then found out Friday night that our landlord was going to show our house at 2pm on Saturday – which meant to us that he was sticking to the 30 days notice he had given us on Monday (He had called us Wed and made it sound like he had changed his mind and was not going to show the house until we told him we had found a new place to live). We are hoping to buy a place, so this is our own doing, but we were hoping he would let us stay until we either found a place or decided to stay and wait until next year. The result of the Friday night call was that I got up and started packing at 5:30am instead of going running. I missed my run completely yesterday and I didn’t do my WOD (work-out of the day) either. I hope I get out today. It’s hard for me to make myself do that sort of thing by myself when I know I have so much to do. 70 minutes seems like such a long time, and the days feel so short.
I didn’t run on Friday either, but I did jump on a trampoline for almost 2 hours strait. I took the kids to Sky High Sports in Santa Clara. It’s a huge ware house filled with trampolines. The trampolines are all connected it’s kind of like being on one huge trampoline. We played tag, did tricks, jumped into the foam pit and had races across it. You should check out the website. It’s an amazing place. I’d love to get everyone down there for a fun work-out. Anyway – so instead of a recovery run I did what amounted to intervals on the trampolines for 2 hours.
Thursday’s run was murder! I ran at 2:30pm. It was HOT! I had been in a meeting which was suppose to go until 2. I told everyone I had to leave at 2. 2 came and went. At 2:10 I stood up and said I really had to go. At 2:15 I was stretching and said I was going. At 2:25 Tim finally asked me what appointment I had to go to and I admitted I was going running and justified – it was my last chance of the day to do it, I might miss tomorrow run so I could not miss today’s…etc… . Why is that hard to make stuff like this a priority? Anyway, I made it out. It was HOT and it felt Humid and I was miserable. I had a really hard time sticking to the run. My legs felt like lead. I just felt like I had no energy. I did my 10 min, jog on slightly hilly terrain, and then my next 7 on the same loop finishing at the bottom of a hill. I ran all my 3 minute zone 4’s up a hill, trying to get farther up the hill each time. It was TORTURE!!!! I think I was actually in zone 10! At the end of the 3 minutes I would jog down the hill and back to my loop. I was really hating life – but, here’s the sick part – loving it at the same time. Sometimes, with exercise, the misery of it has a satisfaction. I feel hot, tired, and like I just can’t do one minute more, and then I take some sort of pleasure in dong that one minute more, because it is so uncomfortable. When I finished the last 10 minute series I jogged and walked home. Sawyer and I were quite a site. After I got home, Carter walked into the room when I had my back to him. He started talking to me. When I turned around he jumped back and exclaimed,” Oh my gosh mom, what did you do to yourself!” I think I was a little red, and a lot wet and had a look of crazy desperation still left in my eyes. He then looked out the window at Sawyer and exclaimed, “What did you do to Sawyer?” Sawyer was wet and muddy and collapsed on the cool pavement. I had made one of my loops go by a water trough so he could get water. He would jump in it every time.
Anyway – That’s my run story for the week. I hope you post yours.
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