We were supposed to run 8 miles on Saturday, but my foot has been killing me, so to prevent further injury we only ran 4 miles. It was only Gabbi and I-- everyone else was gone, so I didn't feel too bad about keeping it light. Especially since I could barely walk after 4 miles.
But this weekend we'll do the 8 miles again, and this time I will probably feel much better because I gave myself time to heal. The lesson here-- don't overdo it, and always give yourself time to recover. Whether it be your foot, your calves, or your heart-- if it doesn't feel right, it probably needs time. :)
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
17 Miles
If you ran from Naperville to Schaumburg, that's 17 miles. Or if you ran from Chicago up to Wilmette, that's 17 miles too. Or if you got up at 5 am and ran up and down the lakeshore with my pace group on Saturday, that would have been 17 miles as well. It's a long effin' way on two legs.
So we ran super slow and extra steady with lots of little breaks in between. Despite our diligent care it was difficult to walk immediately afterward, and an hour later Gabbi and I concurred that it felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to our legs.
The run itself was an exercise in will power. There were so many moments that it was tempting to give up and walk the rest or turn around early. For some reason, each time I thought about that it reinforced my resolve to continue. Surrender is never an option.
So we did shots of salt packets in the hot summer sun with the humidity melting the energy out of us. We pounded the warm asphalt in rhythm every time the watch beeped signaling us to run. And we finished 17 miles.
So we ran super slow and extra steady with lots of little breaks in between. Despite our diligent care it was difficult to walk immediately afterward, and an hour later Gabbi and I concurred that it felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to our legs.
The run itself was an exercise in will power. There were so many moments that it was tempting to give up and walk the rest or turn around early. For some reason, each time I thought about that it reinforced my resolve to continue. Surrender is never an option.
So we did shots of salt packets in the hot summer sun with the humidity melting the energy out of us. We pounded the warm asphalt in rhythm every time the watch beeped signaling us to run. And we finished 17 miles.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Heaven on Seven
Seven miles is like running on a cloud of easiness. I was very happy to have a nice healing run on the 4th of July. Holiday or no, a commitment is a commitment.
Of course, there were only 4 of us who really subscribed to that philosophy. Gabbi, Suzan, Carita (Cheeks), and I came out for the run. Gabbi and Carita ran side by side and I ran with Suzan. We kept a quick pace because the run was so short, and Suzan and I chatted the entire time. It was actually pretty fun.
What was even more fun was the fact that a friend had VIP tix for the Taste that day. Free beer, free food, and exclusive port o potties are the only way to go! (pun intended)
Of course, there were only 4 of us who really subscribed to that philosophy. Gabbi, Suzan, Carita (Cheeks), and I came out for the run. Gabbi and Carita ran side by side and I ran with Suzan. We kept a quick pace because the run was so short, and Suzan and I chatted the entire time. It was actually pretty fun.
What was even more fun was the fact that a friend had VIP tix for the Taste that day. Free beer, free food, and exclusive port o potties are the only way to go! (pun intended)
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