Three Runs Down, Three to Go ...

Monday: 4 miles
Tuesday: 2 miles (plus spinning in the a.m.!)
Wednesday: 3 miles (75F!!)

I'm halfway to my goal of running six times this week. (Don't believe me? Check my running log!)

What morals can we draw from this little half-completed exercise?

1. If your feet ain't happy, you will hate running. (Mizunos!)


2. When you set a short-term goal, running becomes non-negotiable. Today, I honestly could NOT fit a run in. There was no way. I had morning meetings, afternoon meetings, meetings to set up meetings, meetings to debrief after meetings, and after-work meetings. And ... I fit in a 3-mile run. At lunch.


3. Of course that meant I missed lunch. Or, since I rarely take a real "lunch," I just missed eating anything at my desk. Or eating my desk. Poor Planning on my Part. Or, let's just blame work. During one of those meetings (may I use the word interminable here?), I honestly thought I would gnaw my arm off.


4. So, I broke, fell off the no-sugar band wagon, and had a pop tart. OK, OK, I had two. I tell you, I was desperate.


5. I forgot what #5 was.


6. Oh yeah, weather. Beautiful, gorgeous spring. The kind of weather that makes running, well, dare I say? Easier.


7. I don't want to jinx it, but I'm actually starting to like running. Two 1/2 years in! Is solid consistency the secret? Who knew? And if you did know, why didn't you tell us?!?!

Stay tuned. More important lessons comming your way.

Now, appropos of nothing in particular, except: I loved this actress, it's a fun song, and a peak into 40's slang:

Betty Hutton, RIP. They just don't make 'em like that anymore. I especially like the GI's dancing.

Drop Whatever You're Doing...

...and rush right over to Bex and Peter's and see what they've been up to. Congratulations to both on a FANTASTIC race! Go show them some comment love!

Meanwhile, today is the First Day of the Rest of My Life. Or week. The first day of the rest of my week. During which your heroine attempts to run not once, not twice, not even three times, but SIX ENTIRE DAYS in a row! Or not!

Today was Day One. I ran four miles in blissful 57F in my brand new Mizuno waveriders (I think they made a movie about these babies), with no blistering! Yay!

Besides the Mizunos, the shoe menu included: Bold's beloved Wright sox.

I've been through these combinations in the past few weeks:

1. Nike Pegasus
Inserts
Wright Sox

2. Nike Pegasus
Inserts
Thorlos (thin and thick)

3. Nike Pegaus
No Inserts
Wright sox

etc. etc.

It's enough to make a person batty, all these iterations. And none of them made the slightest difference.

Well today was my longest run in a long while and I would usually have developed a blister by mile 3. But I was feeling good, except for a very very tight right calf, which I attribute to not wearing inserts (isn't this fascinating? I know, it is, isn't it?)

I got to 1.5 and thought, oh, what the heck, run to the two mile mark. (I never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER say stuff like that. EVER.)

And all my splits were under 11 minutes. Including the last mile faster than the third! Going uphill! Standing on my head! (Insert never ever ever, etc., here.)

It helped that I was listening to the Steve Prefontaine episode of Phedippidations. Steve Prefontaine (I know, the movie sucks) was an incredible talent. A talent cut short.

All I know is: Today, I didn't loathe running!

And that means that today was a Good Day.