Thankfully, I picked the correct day this weekend! Saturday it was COLD. I mean, February cold, not almost the end of March cold. It was sunny and clear which made it look really pretty out, but man, was it ever chilly. I had high hopes for Sunday.
Sunday dawned definitely warmer. Warmer, but windier. I think any run done in wind with super huge gusts should count as double what you actually ran. Talk about resistance training!
I planned my route around going to my sister's house. Figured if I got there around mile five I could refill my water bottle, potty and be good for the rest of the run. I took a new route. I don't often do that, I am a creature of habit and I LIKE being familiar with my running area. But, the last time I ran to her house the route I took had super sloped sidewalks and I ended up tweaking my quad. This time I ended up running through a not-so-nice neighborhood. Damnit.
I got to Sis' house at 5.10 miles. Did my thing, said a brief hello, and had a mental pep talk because I kinda wanted to stay there and have my sister or her husband drive me home. Nope. Not today. I had miles to run!
I took a different way home which ended up looping through my neighborhood. Man, I know my routes because I was about two-tenths of a mile away from my house when I hit ten miles. Nice planning! I walked the rest of the way to cool down.
Of course I also had regular home stuff to take care of when I got home. You know what's fun? Hauling laundry up and down the stairs with sore legs.
|Now that is some awesome stepping!|
Wow, a lot of babbling there. How do you fuel? Any tips?