Last night, to celebrate National Running Day early, I did a speed run at the gym. Ok. I didn’t know today was National Running Day until after the run, but that sounds like something a real runner would say. I did 4 x 1 mile repeats at half marathon goal pace (9:05) on a treadmill with a broken TV. So that was fun. I got to look at the reflection of my chest and arms running in the TV screen the whole time. I think there’s a reason we don’t do cardio in front of mirrors.
There is no way I can run 13 miles at that pace right now, so I have a lot of work to do and I’m planning to get more serious about it in July.
I also may have found a friend to do the Space Coast Half Marathon with me. For a price. My friend said she will do speed training with me so I can try for a PR and if I get that PR, I have to do a triathlon with her. I may have agreed to this. I actually have no desire to do a tri, but my friend has been asking forEVER. So I might as well mark that one off my non-existent bucket list.
And on a side note, awhile back a co-worker had that picture of the cat as her instant message picture and totally had me convinced it was her cat. Then 6 months later I saw it all over the Web and was really annoyed.
Ok, back to that running thing. My hammies and back are unusually sore from fitness class on Monday and I could really feel it during my run. Then of course, I tweaked my knee somehow during my run last night and could feel it after I got home. It even hurt as I changed positions in bed. And it still feels strange today. That’s what I get for trying to run faster. My body is revolting against me.
I work from home 2 days a week now. Today is my first day. It’s nice because I can sleep in a little longer, start work a little earlier, and hop on my treadmill during lunch, but I’m not sure I need to be sitting so close to the refrigerator all day. It’s like it’s calling to me. Paaullllaaaa. Cooooome to me. So I came up with this grand plan to do double workouts on days I work from home. I tried to run at lunch but my knee was being a bitch. So I walked 3 miles instead. Better than nothing I guess and my knee felt better afterwards. But I need to get those doubles in to prepare for another celebration: my birthday!
Oh yeah, tomorrow officially marks the day I graced this Earth 36 years ago. That number hurts to type. So, in order to forget my age, wrinkles, and that fact that 90% of my friends are younger than me, there’s gonna be some celebrating. I don’t exactly know how yet, but I’m sure my liver ain’t gonna like it.