This has been a rough time of late. I appreciate all your thoughts, notes, goodies and hugs with Katy's passing. She's no longer in pain, and for that we're grateful. Bill has been in Texas since last Saturday, returning tomorrow evening. We've reached a point where some hard decisions need to be made, and the distance has and hasn't helped.
What has helped the most has been running. I've missed more runs than I should have, but I've kept up with the tribe. Last Saturday, we did the Friar Trot 5/10K, in Sherwood, OR.
We had a great time, and I was fortunate to run with my Tribe buddy Holly. She's quicker than I am, and although we kept to our 30/30 intervals, she set a quick 12 mm pace, and I hung with her as long as I could. She peeled off about 2.5 miles in to finish the 10K, and I kept on to finish the 5K.
Thanks to running with Holly, I finished in 38:12.3 - yep, that's right, I PR'd. By a lot LOL My fastest 5K time previously was 42, so I'm thrilled with this. I plan on continuing to improve.
I stuck with Zumba and ST on Monday and Wednesday, although it was a struggle to get myself up and out of the house. I ran on Tuesday, but flaked out on Thursday. I wish I could come up with a way to overcome the Thursday Tireds, but so far they win more often than not. Friday was a wash as well - I could have hit the gym, but opted to hit the loveseat instead. I rationalized it by figuring I was resting up for Saturday. For the 10.5 mile run with the Tribe.
For about 12 seconds, I considered NOT going for the Tribe run this morning. I finally kicked that ridiculous thought to the curb and got fueled, watered, dressed, and on the road. We met at 8:30 this morning, met some newbies starting the second session of the training, and headed out. For the newbies, we did a quick 2.25 mi, circled back by REI, dropped them off, then took off to finish out our milage.
We were all over the place with our pace, ranging anywhere from 13 to 16 and back again. It was good, though, and I felt pretty good. My inner thigh muscles started to ache a bit, right before we hit this big*ss hill. Like, a ridiculous hill. Seriously. Holly and I cursed Aaron's name as we mostly walked up, then pussyfooted our way back down - the sidewalks were wet, the blossoms and leaves were laying everywhere, slick and scary. About 2 miles out, Holly's hip was hurting enough that she needed to walk it in, and I stuck with her. We were well behind the rest of our group anyway, so why not.
This run hurt much more than the 9 mi run did two weeks ago. Maybe because I didn't do my maintenance run on Thursday? Maybe because I've been eating like.. the old me circa 2009? Maybe because I've not been sleeping as well, or moving as well, or... whatever. It hurt, I earned it, and I'm good with that.
We finished in 2:39.. 2 hours, 39 minutes. Unfortunately, I had to potty right from the start, so it was a relief to finish and use the facilities. Geez-o-pete! Fortunately, I was able to then hobble to the car and drive myself home. One glass of chocolate milk later, I was in the tub, in cold water. Cold water. C-O-L-D water! Jeff Galloway advises an ice bath for aching legs after a run, and Holly and others in the Tribe have sworn by them. I haven't hurt quite this much previously, so I figured it was time to take the plunge, so to speak. Rather than add ice, I just ran the cold water, and eased (squeaked!!!) my way down into the water. The puppie-girls were fascinated with the process - why is mama sitting in the tub, in a hoodie, in cold water, cursing and squeaking and gasping?
Yea. I feel good now though. Better. My knees still ache, but that's normal for me. The rest of the hurt is gone now, and hopefully will remain gone.
So.. running. I'm not fast, but I'm getting faster. I'm determined and dedicated, even if I did get off track this week. Not once, when we were out there this morning, did I think, 'let's quit' or 'I don't want to do this anymore' or 'I wish I were doing........' whatever. I was right where I wanted and needed to be. It makes all the difference in the world.