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there are days, and there are days.
May. 9th, 2008 09:20 amSome days, my runs are like Wednesday's, when I stretch my legs and go farther than I think I can, and there's a whole half-mile at the end where I'm feeling good and strong and my breathing's steady.
Others are like today's, where I start out in semi-abject misery and continue in such pretty much the whole time. I forgot to take my meds this morning before I went out for a run, and as such my nose was running and my muscles were protesting much more than normal. (T3, one of the thyroid hormones I'm on, has an important role in muscle metabolism.) However, I did do 1.5 miles out, walk .25, and then 1.25 back, which is impressive considering the amount of ow ow ow that hurts I was doing.
I'm glad I got out, though, and the last quarter-mile I sped up a bit (mostly out of desire to get the run over with) and got to marvel yet again at what a fantastic invention my body is, that it will do what I ask it to do. I need to time myself on a couple of runs again; I have a feeling that at the moment I'm doing an 11-minute mile, which isn't exactly where I want to be quite yet. When I'm running on a regular basis, I pretty much rock a 10-minute mile; more ideal would be a 9-minute mile, but that takes work. I am not built for speed but endurance.
Next week, I get to start working towards lengthening that 1.5 mile portion to 2 miles. Starting Sunday, I think.
I have a busy weekend planned--portrait shoot, dog meetup, dog training, cleaning, gardening, editing, gaming. Hoping to have a solid first chapter of Shadows and Silk done by Sunday night; I'm very, very pleased with the rewrite so far, and I'm to the bit where I'm massaging old stuff instead of writing new stuff at last.
It's spring, all right.
Others are like today's, where I start out in semi-abject misery and continue in such pretty much the whole time. I forgot to take my meds this morning before I went out for a run, and as such my nose was running and my muscles were protesting much more than normal. (T3, one of the thyroid hormones I'm on, has an important role in muscle metabolism.) However, I did do 1.5 miles out, walk .25, and then 1.25 back, which is impressive considering the amount of ow ow ow that hurts I was doing.
I'm glad I got out, though, and the last quarter-mile I sped up a bit (mostly out of desire to get the run over with) and got to marvel yet again at what a fantastic invention my body is, that it will do what I ask it to do. I need to time myself on a couple of runs again; I have a feeling that at the moment I'm doing an 11-minute mile, which isn't exactly where I want to be quite yet. When I'm running on a regular basis, I pretty much rock a 10-minute mile; more ideal would be a 9-minute mile, but that takes work. I am not built for speed but endurance.
Next week, I get to start working towards lengthening that 1.5 mile portion to 2 miles. Starting Sunday, I think.
I have a busy weekend planned--portrait shoot, dog meetup, dog training, cleaning, gardening, editing, gaming. Hoping to have a solid first chapter of Shadows and Silk done by Sunday night; I'm very, very pleased with the rewrite so far, and I'm to the bit where I'm massaging old stuff instead of writing new stuff at last.
It's spring, all right.
