How did I go 13.1 miles?

I can't believe it was really only a couple weeks ago I managed to move my body for 13.1 miles.  It certainly doesn't show in my running.

I'm taking a couple of steps backwards with my running.  Starting out with much shorter distances and really trying to push myself through them.  I want to run a 36 minute 5k when I finally decide on a race.

So, not a great start, but definitely a new goal for me.  Run 3x a week and post them here.  Starts on a Sunday and ends the next Saturday, so I won't get in 3 runs this week, but that way I don't have to worry about my graduation this weekend. 

I also need to start running either earlier in the day or later.  It is pushing 90 degrees outside and it is pretty warm to be in the sun. 

Went a little crazy at Wegman's yesterday and will probably be posting me attempting to cook again later today.  First I have to go get my regalia (!!!) for tomorrow, and maybe a Jettie's sandwich.....

Sometimes I hate laundry day

Today when I woke up I told myself I was going to go for a run. 

Nothing long, nothing strenuous.  In fact, I was really only planning two miles, I could of course go more if I felt like it, but didn't need to.  I told myself just getting back out there because I haven't run since the half marathon.

It's laundry day.  All of my capris are disgusting, so I told myself, it's only a short run, wear your shorts.  You do your exercise DVD's in them and those are 30 minutes too. 

I walked Magic a mile (then he was tired)

And I turned on runkeeper and my music, and headed out. 

Now, the problem with wearing shorts while I run, that doesn't occur while I'm doing strength or circuits, is continuous friction between my thighs. 

I only wanted to go two miles, but by one mile I was readjusting my shorts every 2 seconds, and by 1 1/2 miles I was in so much pain I stopped and walked the rest of the way home. 

(I took a picture of the lovely red bumps, but then figured NOBODY wants to see that)

So, I guess I walked 1 1/2 miles this morning, and slowly jogged 1 1/2 miles this morning.  Win for 30-45 minutes of moderate good for my heart exercise.

Fail at getting back into jogging.

 

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Oh well, first steps and all.

Anybody else hate laundry day?   

13.1......What?

Today I put one foot in front of the other for 13.1 miles.

I can honestly say there were parts of me that didn't think I could do it.  And I was by no means fast.  I'm pretty sure there were walkers who finished ahead of me.  But I did it.

This morning I woke up bright and early at 5:30 am, quickly changed into my clothes which had all been laid out obsessively the night before.

Walked the dog, then bikeshared to the start of the race.  I have to say being able to take the short bike ride before the race worked out well.  I got to stretch my calves well and it warmed up my legs.

By the time the race was about to start I was feeling pretty nervous.  I didn't think I could do it, and I didn't want to make a fool out of myself.  Luckily it was pretty low key.  I think most of the people around me were there to just have fun and not worry so much about their time.

Then I went 13.1 miles.  I won't go into the mile by mile details.  I didn't take pictures because I haven't quite mastered the doing two things at once, and as I said, I was worried about finishing in the time frame allotted.  All I need to say is some miles felt great, and other miles felt awful.  By the time I hit 11 my legs didn't really want to move anymore.

Now I am the proud owner of a lovely sea foam green finisher's shirt, a pair of very sore hips, a number of ridiculously sized blisters on my feet (Not pictured)

And a gorgeous silver Tiffany's finisher necklace.  Which I kind of love.

I'm pretty proud of myself.  Now to take a million ibuprofen and drain my blisters (ewwww I know.)