Yesterday sucked. There’s really no other word for it. Nothing horrible or life shattering, just annoying and inconvenient. I should have run in the afternoon, but was too deep in self pity to get my butt out there (or on the treadmill for that matter.) Instead, I medicated with chocolate.
This morning, after a rough night with Jones, I arrived at the meeting place 10 minutes early. I decided I was wearing too many layers, but was too cold to take one off, so I ran a warm up mile. In 8:17. Without puking!
Then I ran 3.2 miles with my clients. In the last mile, I got a call to pick up Jones from school, so we might have pushed the last mile just a little.
After picking up the kid, I ran 3.1 miles in 28:30 on the treadmill. I basically ran a fartlek. As soon as I got my breathing under control each time, I kicked the speed back up.
Should I have run like that at this point in my recovery? Probably not.
Would I ever tell a client to run like that? Absolutely not.
Was any other kind of run an option after the last two days? No.