It was absolutely beautiful out on Monday - 70 degrees, sunny, light breeze - the whole 9 yards. Mr. R&R and I set out for a nice 3.5 mile run IN SHORTS!!!!! It's a good thing that the weather was fantastic, because the run was not. The first mile was pretty uneventful aside from both of my shoes coming untied despite having been double knotted. About a quarter of the way through the second mile, my left calf started to cramp a little. It was annoying, but I tried to push it out of my mind and keep running. I think I must have subconsciously adjusted the way I was running to compensate for the calf cramps because a quarter mile later I ended up with a miserable cramp under the right side of my ribcage. I caved and stopped to stretch. We got moving again and half a mile later I was forced to stop again to stretch out my various aches and pains. Fortunately, that seemed to do the trick and we were able to run the rest without much incident. Of course my dumb self didn't look at my training calendar before we headed out - it was supposed to be a 4 mile run!
Wednesday was a chilly one, but Mr. R&R and I bundled up and hit the local outdoor track for a brutal Groundhog workout (7x400). The first few repeats felt good, and then I think I had a few brain lapses when my Garmin beeped for the rest periods, because I ended up running 3 speed laps in a row instead of sticking a slow lap in the middle! By the time it was over, I was worn out and starving!
Neither of us felt like cooking, so we swung by a new-ish burger/custard place (the place that provided the bananas and chicken soup after Gary's Gallop) to pick up dinner. I had no intention of ordering custard, but when I saw that the flavor of the day was sangria, I had to try it. Verdict: Yum! The rest of the night was spent on the couch watching the first episode of Deadliest Catch: Season 10.
|Further proof that I've never met a sangria I didn't like|
Saturday was long run day and it. was. awesome. Mr. R&R ran with me again and it was the best long run I've ever had. 7 miles flew by - and felt more like 3 miles than 7. I'm hoping this is a good omen of things to come over the next 7 weeks.
The long run was followed by a quick lunch, a shower, and 80 minutes on my new massage therapist's table. Once again, she managed to work out all the knots in my back and she released a lot of tight spots in my legs.
Sunday was a belated Easter celebration at my in-laws house. I think the highlight of the event for me was when I took the funky socks out of my Easter basket (my mother in-law likes to give everyone novelty socks for holidays) and put them on my in-laws very tolerant (and somewhat indignant) Australian Shepherd.
|Oh, the indignity!|
|He scooted up that far on his own!|
And on that note...I'm out. Monday morning is going to come way too fast!