On Sunday night, as I was watching football and eating brats, an e-mail came in. WC had sent my half marathon training plan and it started tomorrow! Fuck me. So I went to bed and got ready to run in the morning.
Day 1
2 miles piece of cake. I fucked up and walked for 5 minutes and only wound up doing 1.75 miles. D'OH! Observed that there are a shit ton of dogs in my area. One particularly dense area there were like 150000 cars crammed into a one block area with traffic coming from both sides. I took the grass and fell on my fucking ass. Got back up and finished her off. Damn need to cut my toenails.
Day 2
Today's run was 3 miles. I prepared for this with a little help from Brie who told me to walk out 2 and walk back 2 then start from where you want to. Thanks honey! Super helpful. Less dog noise on this route which is definitely a plus. I feel like I am just plodding along but it turns out I am staying pretty consistent. Still need to cut my toenails. Chafing from my huge cycling thighs rubbing together for the first time, what a horrible feeling. Feeling the running in my glutes but not dying in any other areas. 4 more days to go this week. Greeted by my 4 year old when I got home. Snuggled for a bit while we talked about my run gear.
No comments:
Post a Comment