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GOING THE EXTRA MILE // SATURDAY & SUNDAY LONG RUNS

GOING THE EXTRA MILE // SATURDAY & SUNDAY LONG RUNS

I don’t exactly know how or why, but for some reasons I decided to take this entire week off from blogging…and cram all 5 runs into this one post.

To be fair, it probably has a whole lot to do with how much of disaster Wednesday’s 4 miler was. After that, I just couldn’t bring myself to get excited about running or blogging or really anything. I didn’t want to deal with or even explain how being injured for the millionth time in my running career happened, so I just tried my best to pretend things weren’t falling apart before my very eyes. One minute, you’re running and feeling on top of the world. The next, you’re in an immense amount of pain and hobbling the two or three tenths of a mile back to the gym. I was scared, both during the time it took my to drag myself back to the gym and throughout my entire leg workout that day. Scared that a simple rolled ankle was going to ruin running for me just when I had fallen back in love with it.

I have a long and emotional history with rolling/twisting/spraining/messing up ankles. It’s happened what feels like a thousand or so times during my 23 years on this earth and every time it feels like the end of the world. It also usually looks like the end of the world and life as I know it. This time was pretty much the same, minus the tears because I AM BETTER THAN THAT. I cannot even begin to count the number of times I had to take 10 or 20 seconds during Wednesday’s leg workout to lift up the bottom of my running tights and stare at my ankle. Each time, I was even more grossed out by the sight of it than the last. Thankfully, I was more pissed off at myself for being so careless, than I was actually in pain.

When it came time for my first run post ankle mishap on Friday, I was TERRIFIED.

I felt like there were about a dozen different thing that could go wrong, least of which was the dense fog and my Garmin watch not wanting to connect to the GPS. So, I wasn’t surprised when I was only able to run 3.4 miles at 10 minute mile pace. Neither my mind nor my legs were super keen on being back to the pavement so soon. I didn’t have high hopes for yesterday’s (Saturday) run either. Sure, I felt a lot better physically and mentally, but my ankle still looked gross and I was still not willing to push myself hard enough or far enough to cause any more damage to my ankle. And, then I ended up having the best run of 2019 and smashing my previous outdoor 6 mile time by over a minute.

I couldn’t believe that a. I had been able to run that far on a jacked up ankle or b. that two of my 6 miles were at 9:19 pace. It was insane. Still, some 36 hours later, I can’t believe it. It just does not make any sense. I went from complete suckfest to complete joy literally overnight. So, I decided to push the envelope once more today. I went completely out of the norm and ran during the day, which is not something I’m a huge fan of. And, honestly, probably never will be a fan of. Everything is just so much cooler when it’s 4:45 am and you’re literally one of the few people out in the dark.

ANYWAY, it was a little bit difficult. Actually, a lot bit difficult and I really don’t know why running in the daylight in 60ish degree weather is hard for me BUT IT IS. After 1.5 miles I was ready to just pass out on some random sidewalk and catch my breath. It was just too hot, humid, and windy for me. And, my dumb ass decided to wear a long sleeve shirt, so I was drenched in sweat within minute of taking off at 11:50 am. Oddly enough, my splits for today’s 2.20 mile run weren’t terrible. They were actually quite the opposite. Mile 1 was a 9:03 and mile 2 was a 9:31. Pretty fast miles for someone who claims they were dying from either heat exhaustion or heat stroke (I don’t know the difference between the two.)

Now, I am aware of just how unprepared I am to run in the heat+humidity, but also aware of just how prepared I am to up my long runs to 7 and 8 miles. So, all in all, a mildly successful week of running…with some twists and turns thrown in.

FINDING YOUR STRIDE // FASTEST 5 MILER OF 2019

FINDING YOUR STRIDE // FASTEST 5 MILER OF 2019

WORTH THE RISK? // FIGHTING SELF-DOUBT

WORTH THE RISK? // FIGHTING SELF-DOUBT