(last night’s) Workout: Crossfit (30 min) and a 2.5 mile run on the treadmill (10:00 pace)
(this morning’s) Workout: 2.5 mile run on the treadmill (10:00 pace)
Just typing “2.5 mile run” makes me sad because I’m always running half marathons. I feel like I’m not trying hard enough. But oh well, there you have it. Those are my runs. Everything else has been strength training.
You might already know I’m taking a break from running. I think the break is making me lazier because the urge to run still hasn’t returned like I thought it would.
- Today is exactly one month since my last half marathon which also happens to be my last run of any distance over 3.3 miles.
- Today is exactly 25 days until marathon training starts.
- Today is the day I start worrying that my love for running isn’t coming back. I know…
While I was out picking up lunch today, I saw at least 4 people running outside. Who decides to run at noon in Florida? It doesn’t even make sense to me. The news repeatedly described the weather today as “dangerously hot,” so I think the best idea is to go running when the sun is directly overhead and temperatures are the highest.
If I see one of those runners pass out, I’ll make sure to stop my car and tell them how good my air conditioner feels and then I’ll place a water bottle juuuust out of their reach. (Sheesh, I’m so snippy today!)
Speaking of lunch, I got my second favorite salad today – grilled turkey salad from Pita Pita. I asked for a “crap ton” of pickles. That is the exact terminology I used. Crap ton. I got 17 of them. (Oh, I counted alright.)
Next time I’m going to have to specify that crap ton > 17. Now I’m going to have to cut them in half and pretend I have 34.
I also had a shot of wheatgrass at lunch. I can’t wait to see what it will do to my internal organs.
What’s your favorite thing to load up on salads? (For me, pickles and beets…but not on the same salad. I found that out this weekend.)
I just complained about my running, other people’s running, and pickles. Now, you complain about something in the comments. Go ahead. Get it off your chest. (Just don’t complain about my blog because I’ll cry and then complain about it.)