This morning I had a tough workout. 8×1 Mile repeats at 6:15 pace with half mile rest in between. For my current state of fitness, I knew this would be a challenge. I committed myself to “just do one” and then “just finish this one”. It worked for 6 of the reps, and then my last two were slower at the same effort. Actually I think the effort on the last two was higher, and I also cried a bit when I knew I was slower.
After watching all the marathon things unfold yesterday (on social media later that day because your girl had to work) I felt like I should have been able to do them all. Like there was some untapped resource inside and I can do anything. This workout was not the Boston marathon, and although I do have a lot of motivation, over reaching myself in a workout now would most likely resulted in burnout or injury, which I will not risk. I’d rather be able to run at all in Texas than do anything crazy. A race is worth more than a workout.
Yesterday was a full day. I worked until 2 and then had an eye exam. I was a bit early for that, so I attempted once again to return my Mr. Buddy heater to Walmart. My parents had saved the box for some reason, so I brought it back and tried again. They took it! I was thrilled because as I bonus, I definitely only payed $40 for it…but it now retails for $60…so I now have a $64 Walmart giftcard. Better than nothing right?
(My new toaster hahaha)
I had my eye exam and spent way too long looking at frames. I only need them for reading, computer work and night driving, so I felt I could get whatever since I’d be alone when I’ll use them. I let my inner nerd flag fly and got librarian glasses…but not the “sexy librarian” ones that are so popular. Nope I got old lady librarian glasses. Wire frame, circular. The whole shebang. My sister could not believe I would get them. I FaceTimed with my mom when trying them on, and I got the ones my inner heart desired. Ohhh I cannot wait to wear them when I read!
My friend is running a 5k in two weeks…her first one…and she figures she should at least try to run. So she asked me to help her. So tomorrow we are going running, or jogging or walking whatever she wants to do. This morning she told me she was considering backing out because it seems like a lot more than she can do. Well duh it is but to be honest, she will get through it. I told her “it’s an hour of your life. You will get it done and feel proud in two weeks when you can look back and say you did it.”
I tried to think about that this morning during my run when it was really hard. I ended up running a half marathon this morning. 90 minutes if you include warm up and cool down. If I want to get philosophical, that’s a tiny fraction of the day, of my week and of my life. I can try hard for 90 minutes.
Breakfast: oatmeal with blueberries, strawberries, sugar and sunflower butter, apple and coffee
Running: 93 minutes