October 27, 2001
Today's two miles - 43°, 4928 steps,
372.9 kCal burned. Learned a valuable lesson today. I was trying to count seconds
as I was running, so that I could figure out where a minute of running ended.
When I finished my running sprint, I was out of breath, and my calf muscles felt
like they were on fire. The problem? When I'm counting seconds in my head,
I'm not paying attention to my running - so I sped up. I ran faster than usual,
and because of that I ended up exerting myself a whole lot more than I planned
to. I ended up standing in front of my apartment after 1.5 miles, ready to bag
the run, but decided instead to do the last half mile as usual - running very
slowly if I had to, in order to complete it. The lesson? There are two:
1.
It's not the speed that counts, it's the mileage; and
2. PAY ATTENTION to what
you're doing!
posted by Adrith 11:18 AM
October 26, 2001
I ran this morning. The usual 2 miles.
The running sprints are getting much easier - it makes me think it's time to
increase the amount of time running. Right now my running sprints are between
40 and 50 seconds long - I think the next step is a minute long. I'll try it tomorrow,
and if it feels as good tomorrow as today's runs felt today, I might even try
the new length sprints on the long wog on Sunday. Gosh, I'm feeling brave.
Maybe I should run every day..
posted by Adrith 1:24 PM
October 25, 2001
My Internet connection has been down
or weird for the lat two weeks. It's on shaky ground now. Paul's trying to fix
our router problems. Work is wearing me out, I feel brain dead every night.
But I am walking -- Got my 4 miles done last night and today is supposed to be
what? 2 miles? I'm not sure. Mostly I throw on some Monthy Python or Fawlty Towers,
look on the scheduel to see what the goal mileage is, walk on, and then just C
R A S H. Sleepgin deep and dreamless. That's the bright side.
posted by Cat "Astrophe" 10:56 AM
October 24, 2001
Yesterday was a rest day, for which
I was incredibly thankful. When I got up yesterday morning, I was incredibly stiff
and sore from the previous night's four miles. Now, of course, I'm starting
to freak out. "I didn't work out yesterday! I didn't exercise at all! ohmygodI'mgoingtobackslide
andI'mnevergoingtorunagain andI'mnevergoingtofinishDisney andI'mnevergoingtorunafullmarathon.."
I need to slap this minipanic out of my head. A regular 2-mile wog should do
nicely.
posted by Adrith 2:26 PM
October 22, 2001Well, my houseguests didn't leave until 9.
Went over to see John and Kelly for a bit, then returned home. It was about
midnight. It was still warm enough to run in a short-sleeved tee, with a nice
cooling wind. So I decided to do the rest of my run. I run down Westgate Ave.
At the end, I turn left onto Martha's Way. I run down the length of Martha's Way,
and at the circle I turn left onto the structure of parking lots I've taken to
calling White Cliffs Way in the training blog. I hear a rustling in the bush
up ahead. "Kitty!" is my first thought. Except, when the animal runs out into
the light, the kitty has a long, bushy tail. A long, bushy, WHITE tail. And
a black body, with a white stripe down the back.. AIEEEE!! I stop. I watch
the skunk skitter safely off into the woods. Then, and ONLY then, did I start
up my jogging sprint. And at the end of that lap, I called it quits. I'll try
again tomorrow morning. Summary for Sunday:
Steps: 2479
Miles: 1.5
Calories:
314.8
posted by Adrith 12:29 AM
Heh. The alarm went off at 5 AM. I started to cry. Joe suggested
I go back to sleep. Thirteen hours later, I was out running, for the run I was
supposed to do yesterday. To summarize - four miles. 10,875 steps. 924.5 kCal
burned. And no "kitties". Considering the fact that I haven't done four miles
alltogether since what, August, I feel pretty good. I'm guessing I've got a blister
on my right pinky toe, but that's only because some idiot forgot the blister block.
My lungs are a little tired (it's been a while since I've done twelve jogging
sprints in one sitting), but not uncomfortably. And now I'm hungry. Excuse
me - dinner's ready.
posted by Adrith 7:39 PM
October 21, 2001
Arrrgh. I got up this morning at
8:45 with the full intention of following up last night's short wog with a long
wog of four or five miles. However, after all was said and done with breakfast,
and dressing, it was 10 AM. I went out - did a once-around the building as
warmup, and started in. I walked the first mile, but when I started in on my jog,
something just felt wrong. Was it the blaring sun? Was it some undigested bit
of oatmeal? Don't know. But I'm going to give it another try tonight - if I
start at 4:45, I should be back inside before it's completely dark out. And if
it gets dark faster, oh well. That's what street lights are for, right? Oh,
and it's D-minus-eleven weeks. Eleven weeks from RIGHT NOW, I'll be standing at
the marathon finish line, waiting for Beth .. having determined my own fate in
my own race. God help me.
posted by Adrith 10:49 AM
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