I run when I’m sad.
I run when the rest of the world is still sleeping. I run to escape. I run in the dark. I run before you’re really up and aware of how broken I am otherwise. I run to escape. I run because on the pavement, everyone belongs and so finally I have a place. I run because even if I cry, only the gulls overheard will notice and to others I’ll only be a blur. I run hoping for endorphins. I run willing for the strength to get through the rest of the day. I run until my legs are numb. I run despite the chilled air filling my lungs like liquid fire. I run to feel again. I run wishing your face would leave my thoughts. I run for the relief of the hot shower afterward. I run to hide in the mist. I run to smell the salt water. I run yearning for your embrace. I run when I feel like death. I run because I’m alive.
I run when I’m sad.
…is happening this week! I think my shoulder is finally healed/recovered enough to run on the reg again! Shoulder intensive lifts and yoga poses haven’t bothered me for a while. It’s always been a goal to run one and so why not?! I’ve been running once a week for the past couple months. I’m not speedy anymore but I was never THAT speedy. It’s much more about endurance for me anyway.
There is one I could run at the end of March with a friend. Could I be ready in a month? Otherwise, there’s the Seattle Rock & Roll half June 22nd. Decisions, decisions.
Pre/post-run January 24th (+ootd):
One of my February goals is to run a sub 27 minute 5k. In my peak running days, my PR was 26:40. Then I injured my shoulder. Eh, maybe this goal is a little too ambitious as today my 5k time was 31:00 (with sore legs from two days ago)… But we’ll see. I was just excited to see some oblique definition coming back and finish a five miler.
James said I looked really nice today (for once). THE SECRET LADIES AND GENTLEMAN- not showering or changing from your running clothes (compression wear holla) and throwing black boots and a jacket over all that on your way to the gym. What an ass.
birthday cuddles to birthday run to birthday kiss
I’ve instated ice bath Saturday night. Oof. MUCH more pleasant with wine and bubbles. Trust me.
(Happy Caturday/Squaterday/long run Saturday!)
Saturdays are exhausting. I went to bed at 3 AM and could not sleep in so I started my run earlier than I thought with peach and vanilla protein pancakes waiting for me upon return. That first mile was HELL. I just could not get my stride until around halfway through the third. Anyway, 9km done! I spent about half of a movie (Willow) stretching my legs out in yin poses before picking up food for the week.
I have a hike tomorrow so cold bath for my legs tonight, methinks.
Woke up and ran. Sweated so much my grey shorts turned charcoal and I got a salt mark on my cheek. Cute, no? Running after leg day was painful and slow. Womp. Now I divert my attention to Resident Evil and a roasted chicken (NO UTENSILS NEEDED).
So last week I started my 16-week out marathon training schedule. Trying to talk myself into believing those Saturday runs AREN’T as terrifying as they look.
Woke up to my cuddle buddy waking me up by nipping on my ear. I had already slept 13 hours. I’m sure I could have done more.
Marathon training starts today. In mid September, I’ll review my progress and decide whether or not this full Honolulu marathon in December makes sense for the dollar dollar bills, y’all.
I tried BCAAs on my own and took some of those before my run. I felt energized until I hit 5K and just… My mind or lungs weren’t in pain but my legs felt like stumps. I powered through for blueberry pb protein pancakes though! DO NOT GET UNFLAVORED amino acids or protein IF YOU CAN HELP IT. Bleh.
Now? Dinotopia (on Netflix) and figuring out whether I feel unsick enough to venture out of my bed/sci fi world for a birthday partay.
Had to get my run in before work. There’s no way I’m running when it gets over 85 degrees. There’s a reason I thrive in Seattle, people. I was slower than normal but I’m still sick ish so w/e. My sweaty self finished the morning off with a coffee/coconut milk/banana/cottage cheese/cookies and cream whey shake (250 kcal and 30g protein? Oooookay.)
A frequent morning run “problem”…
… is that I’m hungry ALL DAY. Cool for revving the metabolism and all but I’m trying to be good so I can indulge in some guilt-free beer in the park later. There will be yoga.
Do others have this issue?
This morning I ran 6k in about 31 minutes. New 5k time to beat - 27 minutes! Last week my 5k time was around 29:30.
I forgot how quickly you could see running progress.
Woo, morning run done. So glistening. So sweaty. Hamstrings are so tight from the 8-miler on Saturday. I have a hot date with my foam roller and yoga mat later (after work/”holiday” BBQs and such).
I wish I’d stop being so whiny about morning runs. I feel so great. How can I forget this feeling?
Cold baths are no joke. This being my first one, I made it bubbly and brought wine. So good.
Training friend made me promise I’d take one after each Saturday “long” run (hey, anything over 7 miles is long for moi) to help with lactic acid build up. Okay, fine.