The most interesting thing about not being in the midst of a training plan is that I can do really whatever I want. There is no pressure to run. I think I like it too much.
My plan was to try and get 10 miles in at some point on Saturday. Bob had wanted to run 12 miles earlier but I couldn't so around 2pm, I set out for a long run with TriGuy. Now, as I mentioned he is fast but is just trying to gain mileage. He "jogs" with me as I race to keep up with him. It is a nice challenge but I am pretty sure I won't be able to keep up much longer. Actually, I am not keeping up as it is, he is slowing down for me.
Here are our splits:
Mile 1: 8:20
Mile 2: 8:23
Mile 3: 8: 36
Mile 4: 9:02 (ITB started to hurt)
Mile 5: 8:49
Mile 6: 9:04 (butt cramp)
Mile 7: 8:55
Mile 8: 8:59
Mile 9: 8:55
Mile 10: 8:41(left shoe came untied but I did not stop)
Total: 1:27:49 (A 10 mile PR by 6 seconds)
After we finished, I walked home exhausted. It almost felt like a really long run for me. Of course, TriGuy wasn't even phased! I hoped in the shower and when I got out, my left ankle started to hurt. And I mean, really hurt. It hurt so bad that I was limping. I have NO IDEA why. I did not twist it during the run. The only thing I could think about was running the last 1/2 mile with my shoe untied did not support my ankle. So I hobbled downstairs which is NEVER a good sign to the family. After all, I only ran 10 miles - cake, right?
Later that night I took a short walk to my neighbors house and decided to force myself not to limp and all of a sudden, the pain went away. Talk about strange. Maybe it has been all of the heels that I had been wearing. Remember, I gave them up for the marathon? Well, I have been ROCKIN them ALL OF THE TIME lately simply because I have a height complex.
Yesterday afternoon, I went to the gym and rode the stationary bike for 20 minutes which was 5.01 miles at an average mph of 15 - not good, but I am just starting. I should have a bike by now - I don't. I had planned to test ride some bikes yesterday, but the temps and wind chill are so bad, I decided it wasn't a good idea. Procrastinating, maybe.
And between P90X and working some circuits at the gym, I am getting buff. I am even less self conscious about my flabby triceps. I know... you want a pic. Patience, my dear readers!