I was supposed to do a 5-miler last week and then 10 miles on the weekend. I didn't do the 5 miles, due to poor planning, a truly crazy work schedule, and barfing children. I figured I could pull off the 10-miler yesterday....it was sunny, 40s, no wind, gorgeous running weather.
Well. I found out after 5 miles or so that my new trail running shoes are half a size too small. Or my socks are too thick. Or something. I spent the next 4 miles trying to keep my toenails from turning black and falling off, and the insides of my feet (at the base of the big toe) from being rubbed raw.
As a result, I did 9.1 miles instead of 10, and ran slow. Now, I have some issues with my Garmin - it loses the signal in the Vermont woods and so I'm somewhat convinced that I actually ran faster than this. But here's what the G-watch sez:
9.13 miles
1:58:29
12:59 pace
9:04 max pace
1849 calories (this tells you it was hilly as hell, at least!)
203 cal/mile
146 bpm
165 max bpm
The thing is, hills or no, I just wasn't working hard enough. My average heart rate should be 155 or higher. I never got in the groove - which stinks because it was the first really good day to run outside in a lonnnngggg time (not counting our weeks in Florida).
I came home, drank water that tasted like ambrosia, took a shower, had a bowl of Cheerios and then took S. ice skating for two hours. I think that may have actually helped with the post-run soreness.
This week:
6x400s
6-mile tempo run
6-mile long run (I may make this an 8-miler since I've cheated myself on the last two long runs - did 7.5 instead of 8, and 9.1 instead of 10)
I also want to do a bike ride and at least one 3- or 4-mile run, and a cross-training session. I probably should do two cross-training sessions, actually. I think if I made sure I exercised every day, it'd be easier for me. It's when I start taking days off that I go down that slippery slope into lounge lizard land.
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