Can’t Make Up My Mind

I woke up bright and early again with dread in my mind.

The temperature? Thirty degrees.

The plan? Two hour run.

I couldn’t put it off because I have plans this afternoon, tomorrow, and Sunday. It had to be done today. In the cold.

Silver lining? At least it wasn’t raining.

I bundled up…capris, t-shirt, arm sleeves, jacket, gloves and headband…tied up my shoes, strapped on my garmin, and I was ready to conquer the cold. Kind of. Mostly I was still dreading it.

After about half of a mile I was acclimated to the temperature and I felt pretty good. I ran my first two miles at a speed I rarely see, but I didn’t expect to keep it up. After three miles the gloves came off. After six miles I was surprised to see that I was still averaging just under nine minute miles. Were these legs mine?

I started feeling pretty awesome. I started thinking to myself that I actually liked running in the cold. (Oh my goodness did she just say that? After yesterday’s post?)

After ten miles I was shocked to see that I was still maintaining a great speed. Then I realized that I could actually set a new personal record on my half marathon time today.

The new plan? Run a half marathon. No more, no less.

I kicked out the last three point one with a sprint to the finish (my front door)…

Final time? One hour, fifty-seven minutes, and fifty-four seconds.

I credit my amazing new hot pink running jacket for this awesome run. And the fact that I now think I love cold weather running!

November goal number two? Check!

November goal number five? I’m well on my way!

ang

P.S. A Friday Affirmation? Yes, please!

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Oh-My-Goodness Hardcore

It’s raining here…and it’s in the thirties. I never said I liked the cooler temps, did I? What, I did? Well, let me take that back now. Silly me.

I had a date this morning with the running group…a date that I promptly canceled (in my head) and rescheduled with the lonely treadmill for later this afternoon. I hope that the other girls had the same thought process, too, so that they weren’t waiting for me in the freezing drizzle. The truth is, last night when I checked the hour by hour weather and saw that there was still a 70% chance of precipitation at 5:00am, I didn’t even set my alarm. That is when I rescheduled today’s sweat session appointment. Sorry gals.

I have run in the rain before…for a race, nonetheless…and I didn’t like it. But I probably need to toughen up and tough it out. I mean, that’s what the hardcore, win-the-race, most awesome runners do. Run. Rain or shine. Sleet or snow. Oh wait, or is that just mail people? Or both. I bet it goes for both.

It is possible to be hardcore on the treadmill, though. I may have questioned this before, but I have seen the hardcore-ness of a runner on a treadmill in action. Let’s rewind to my marathon training days. Once again I had put off my morning run, but this time I had to resort to the treadmill at the college gym based on the heat of the summer day. I set up my machine with water and Gu, set my pace on 6.3mph and went on my way to reach nine beautiful miles.

I thought I was pretty hardcore.

Behind me in the corner of my eye I saw someone else running. It was a man wearing a very official looking red singlet and runners shorts. It’s easy to spot running shorts on a man because they weren’t down to his knees. Picture it with me. He looked like the type you’d see breaking records at Boston. He was running fast, and it motivated me to keep going…and to my benefit, keep raising my pace.

After about two miles into my run, my husband came over to check on me and upon arrival whispered to me, “Did you see that guy behind you?!” I confirmed, still feeling stellar from the 6.5mph displayed on my screen. Then what the husband said almost made me fall down right then and there on my machine. Almost.

“He’s running at 11.0mph!!!”

Okay, so my 6.5 was pretty hardcore. His 11.0 was oh-my-goodness hardcore, the win-the-race, I’m-going-to-blow-you-out-of-the-water, I’ll-see-you-on-my-cool-down-lap, breaking records kind.

Maybe someday I’ll be half that cool. For now, I’m perfectly happy running three easy miles at 6.3mph this afternoon! 🙂

ang

Running Before the Sun Comes Up

It feels so nice to have my daily workout done before the sun comes up!

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As my alarm clock (cell phone) went off at 4:55am playing Jason Aldean’s Dirt Road Anthem trying to convince me to wake up, it was much more tempting to just hit the snooze button. I’m pretty sure the song never even made it past the instrumental intro. However, after the song seemed to be playing in my dreams I decided to actually open my eyes and check the time.

5:10am.

The moment of truth. Do I get up, try to find some clothes to run in without waking up the husband, scrounge for a matching pair of socks, scarf down some food, let Tia outside, and head out the door in five minutes…

…or do I just turn the alarm off. Not snooze. Off.

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My head definitely definitely opted for the latter, who couldn’t use a few more hours of beauty sleep?! But in the end my heart won out, and I got my gooloo out of bed to meet up with the local running gals. We went for a nice four and a half mile run around town in the dark, truly in the dark, led by a couple of flashlights.

Running in the pitch black is quite a funny thing. First of all, the danger of potholes is multiplied tenfold…hence, why we had flashlights. Secondly, when you are chasing after a small circle of light that just happens to be swaying back and forth (since it is being held by another person running!) you start swaying as you’re running, also…very similar to what I think it would be like running after a few cocktails. Not that I know…because I don’t, I promise…not yet at least.

Thirdly, if you turn off the flashlights for any amount of time, even say two seconds, a group of grown women will squeal and scream like they are little girls being chased by boys with cooties. Fact.

Then, after the miles passed by and we arrived back at our starting point, and it almost seemed as if four and a half miles didn’t even happen! I mean, if you couldn’t see it, then it didn’t happen, right?! Therefore there is definitely no reason to have any tightness or soreness. No way!

All in all, I’m glad that I declined to urge to fit in a few more hours of beauty sleep and got in a fabulous workout before the sun came up. Running is always better early with the birds, and it’s definitely always better with a group of awesome girls!

ang