I Probably Should Make My Blog Public again

I can't exactly remember which days during the week I ran, but I know it wasn't many.  Just 3 total.

I'm fairly pleased with this run.  I got outside (it was about 25), but had to change my planned route because few sidewalks were shoveled.  The first mile and a quarter was snowy.  Then I just ran some loops on the streets in my area.  They were also snowy, but when I could, I ran in clear spots.  There's supposed to be freezing rain, but it and the snow should melt tomorrow.  This week is supposed to stay above freezing, so that's cool.

(9:23, 9:07, 8:55, 8:56, 8:52, 8:58, 8:59, 8:58)

Treadmill.

Treadmill

I had to work in the a.m., and then we went to my sister's. I packed treadmill running stuff.

My sister's treadmill doesn't exist anymore. Luckily, she and her husband own PT clinics, so she and I went there. I did one warm up mile and then did faster paced quarter miles and then .33 miles, then back to quarter miles, all alternating with the same distance. Even though I should have ended on an easy quarter mile, I kept up the pace. So about a half mile of the fast was at 830 pace and the rest was at 8 pace.

These were slow miles indeed.  There was a blanket of snow on the ground (2-3 inches) and snow was still lightly falling, which made it difficult.  I chose my route unwisely at first.  I headed toward the bike path.  I thought it would be plowed, but I forgot that today's a holiday.  Then I ran on the snowy roads.  I stopped to kick out my legs at 4 miles and 5 miles.  They were tight from the shorter steps and the effort to stop myself from sliding.  It's possible that I will run again tonight, but it's just as possible that I won't.

(9:24, 9:34, 9:25, 9:08, 9:16, 9:03)

I stopped after 3 miles, and then decided that I had one more mile in me.  I, as I always do on the treadmill, varied the speed throughout.

My right foot is weirdly swollen on the top.  It feels like I bruised it, but I don't remember doing anything to it.  Hope it isn't anything related to running.  Luckily it doesn't hurt or anything.

3 notable things about this run:

1.  The entire town of Rantoul has smelled like vomit/garbage/manure for the last 3 days.  No one knows why.  It bothered me at the beginning of the run, but I probably was mouth breathing for the rest of the run.

2.  I wore a Rudolph reindeer ear band, complete with horns that flopped around.  This is because I started my run from the youth center, had forgotten I needed a hat of some sort, and that was the only thing I could find in the car.

3.  It warmed up yesterday and melted some of the snow, but refroze over night.  It was warmer this morning (33 says my phone), but there were still some spots where I had to watch my footing.  It was also gusty.

(9:18, 9:03, 9:05, 9:00, 8:58, 8:47)

A relatively uneventful run.  The Rantoul smell is gone.  It was foggy.  My phone said it was in the 30s, but I was really overdressed.  I stopped at 2.5 to take off the shirt under my jacket.  A few times throughout I contemplated taking my jacket off.  I would have been warm enough...but I'm not much of shirtless runner.  Towards the end of my run, some fine middle aged to elderly gentlemen called out to commend me for my running.  They asked me how long I was running, and I told them 8 miles.  They then complimented me on my shapliness, so I gave them a thumbs up and kept running.  They yelled a little louder, and I'm guessing that they were either admiring my determination or they thought I flipped them the bird.  I was too far away to figure out which one.  My watch died in the last 2 miles, but my pace was just under 9 minute miles on the whole.  For some reason, I'm not able to paragraph this entry, even thought I'd really like to.

Wanted to do 2. Fit in 3.

Got new shoes. The top of my foot still feels bruised. Those 2 things aren't really related.

2 miles in the a.m. The rest of this week is busy.  I'm glad I managed something, even if it was only 2.

Thursday was a planned day of not running.  Friday wasn't.

I ran twice today, but the runs were not that far apart.  I had to come home halfway while Chuck dropped the boys off at practice because the baby was sleeping.  I ran 4 with a watch that turned off after 11 minutes.  I thought it just died.  My first mile was 8:41. 

I charged it a little, and then got out about 45 minutes later.  My watch turned off again a couple times, but I turned it on and it worked.  I'm sure it's on the brink of needing replacement.  It's pretty old.

My pace for the second 4 miles was about 8:40.  Because of the couple shut offs, I don't have real splits.