week 5 day 2

i put it off long enough (the last time i ran was saturday), so i knew that i *had* to get up this morning. in preparation, i went to bed a little earlier. but, between you and me, i’m tired from aunt flo’s pending arrival and the only reason i didn’t go to bed at 8 is that my delivered dinner hadn’t arrived yet.

so, recalling saturday’s run, i knew i needed to make it from the duck house* to the chicken house* and then i could walk. as i neared walter street (where the chicken house is), i thought, “i’m probably misremembering.” and when i ended up on dennett, still running, i glanced at the app. all i could see was that the clock was red, which means it’s nearing the end. finally, she says i can start walking. by now, i’m wondering if my strides are just so much better that i got so much farther than before and i need to figure out a new route, otherwise i wouldn’t have an opportune place to turn around at the halfway. after a short time walking, the app beeps and tells me that i’m halfway.

this makes no sense to me since the increments on saturday were 5/3/5/3/5. i took off the new iphone-holding armband and read the description of today’s run. 8/5/8. eight minutes running! i said aloud, “jerk! you tricked me.” then i felt a little pride for running 8 minutes straight without a) checking the time, or b) wanting to stop.

the last 8-minute run was as fine as the first until i was nearing the corner with the baby, where the app usually tells me that there’s “ONE MINUTE LEFT”, a warning that came a half a block later than usual.

i walked back home during the cool down and heard this really weird noise from the creek. like someone was controlling a barn fan and turning it on and off in 2-3 second increments. i could hear the normal frogs croaking in their weird pattern, but had never heard this other noise before.

i got to the bridge and saw the biggest frog i’ve seen in a long time. i could only assume it was him asserting his presence. i took a picture which probably won’t do him justice.

i said, “thank you.” and he went, “brrrrrrp.” i think he was saying, “you’re welcome.”

week four is over

i’m halfway “done”. i woke up at 6:15 and was pretty grumpy and tired, but i said, “this run isn’t going to run itself.” so, i put on my new shorts (turns out shorts made for activity are way better to wear than shorts that are not) and left the house. the walking parts didn’t last nearly long enough, but i didn’t feel as much like stopping during the running parts as i did on saturday.

afterward, i grabbed breakfast with matt at the diner and went back home to start working. i then ran off to a meeting at 10 and came to work.

my caloric intake is off schedule now because i don’t normally have breakfast and i forgot to pack my afternoon snacks. i also just realized that i forgot to brush my teeth. and it’s hot AF out.

starting to worry

i ran on saturday, which means the next day should be monday. but i didn’t feel like it (the 95% humidity may have had something to do with it) and told myself that i *had* to run on tuesday. but, this morning, there was a lovely thunderstorm rolling around outside at between 5 and 7 am (prime running time), so i skipped it again.

this means i *really* *have* to run tomorrow morning. otherwise, i risk having to backtrack a couple days in the schedule. while this isn’t the worst thing in the world, it’s not the most super.

week four

today was painful. after the warm-up walk, 3 minutes of running was almost unbearable, but then only 90 seconds of walking and then 5. WHOLE. MINUTES. of running. i stopped and pulled my phone out of the holder that makes it impossible to see the screen and it said 2:47 left of running and i said, “you’ve got to be f&#)*ng kidding me.”

but i finished the 5 minutes. and i walked 2.5 minutes and ran 3 and walked 90 sec and ran 5. this is nothing new, but she (the app on my phone) gleefully states when there’s “one minute left” of whatever activity before the cool down 5-minute walk. it’s supposed to encourage you to go full-boar for that last minute. as i was running and finishing up the final 5-minute stretch, she tells me the good news and i say, “if you think i’m going to run any faster than i am right now you’re crazy.” i hope the family on the corner of hargrove and starkweather didn’t hear me.

week three is over

it’s nice to not really have a schedule for this running business. i’ve been trying to do it at least monday and wednesday, allowing for leeway on friday; meaning i’ll probably sleep in and run on saturday when i can be leisurely about it.

so, being a monday, i woke up a little before the alarm and enjoyed laying awake for a short while. then hopped up and dressed in the running gear and headed out the door (the dogs are still confused and upset by this). i ran walked ran walked and made it back home. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i’m pretty convinced that if i run in the morning, it’s as if it never happened because it’s time that i would normally be sleeping, so it’s not like it’s taking away from a part of my day.

the rest of week two

i’ve deduced that i cannot run after work. something about biking 8 miles and then standing all day and coming home to run doesn’t agree with my legs. my shins were so sore that i could barely lift the front of my feet to propel myself forward.

monday morning, however, was almost pleasant. so, i’m done with week two. wednesday will mark the start of week three, which is 90 sec run/90 sec walk, 3 min run/3min walk. i have no idea how i’m going to be able to run for 3 minutes straight. i imagine i’ll probably die and then come back to life when the 3 minutes are up.

week two, day one

i left work a little early yesterday to beat the rain, a task in which i was successful, but had intended on also sneaking in a run before the larger cell came through. unfortunately, as soon as i geared up and walked outside, it started steadily raining. i thought i could maybe handle it for a minute, but quickly realized that getting soaked and having to dry off would impede the rest of my evening’s chores, so i opted to wait until this morning

i woke up about 27 seconds before my alarm went off, so, i got up, squeezed my tattooed boobs into that stupid bra, found a suitable hoodie that wasn’t too heavy but was just warm enough (it was 50° at 6a) and got out for my run. i decided not to bring my water bottle this time, as it’s just a heavy thing attached to my hand, and i don’t usually want to drink much while i’m running so that i don’t get water logged.

this week is 90 seconds run/2 minutes walk, repeated six times. i did okay until the 4th round. i said to myself, “well, you have to get home somehow.” so, i kept on; 90 seconds seems a lot longer than it is when you’re waiting for it to end.

i made it home without dying and stretched all the things and continued to get ready for work.


week one, day three

here’s something really weird. i woke up sunday and actually wanted to run. i didn’t have that feeling of dread that i remember from the last time. even with a newly scarred chest tattoo (got color work done on friday: stay tuned for that).

i pushed on my sports bra and, since it was 52°, tried to figure out what kind of outerwear i had that could suffice. the sun was out so, i risked wearing just my arm warmers and a t-shirt (on the top half, of course).

i suited up, and to the dismay of the dogs, went outside without them.

by now, i’ve been able to mentally count the repetitions of run/walk and made it to the “you’re halfway!” point pretty easily. the last two run/walk groupings were a little rough, but only in my shins, which i assume will either stay the same or get better as the muscles learn.

i got home, stretched, showered, and *finally* walked the dogs. just in time, too, because the day got much colder and overcast. i’m glad i was up to see the sun and the neighborhood oriole.

speaking of orioles, see next post.

week one day two

yesterday, i worked from home because i had to drive to a training on the far east side in the afternoon. i had a hard enough time getting in and out of my car on the way there, and the training was 2.5 hours of sitting, staring at a monitor on the wall to my right.

by the time i got home i could barely get up off the toilet. so, i took half a cyclobenzaprine and waited to get tired. fast forward to this morning and i still couldn’t get out of bed without wincing, so i’m working from home again.

except i started to feel a little better and decided to try running. i didn’t want to miss a day in the schedule cuz then i’d be all off. i’m already risking saturday’s run with the tattoo work tomorrow afternoon. hopefully, i’m not too throbby on saturday morning.

anyhoo, the run was ok. after the first run/walk rotation i thought that the run part wasn’t so bad. after the third run, i thought my feet were going to fall off. i guess it’s all relative.

the day after week one day one

getting up at 5 made the work day long, but i made it all the way until i laid my head on my pillow around 2215.

my butt was most sore yesterday, but walking down flights of stairs reminded me that i have Vastus medialises (or whatever the plural is).

those muscles seem to be getting better, but i just rose from a 2.5-hour meeting wherein i was sitting and looking to my right at a monitor on the wall. now i can barely get up after using the toilet because my back goes into spasms if i move wrong.

i’m supposed to do day two tomorrow…