I wanted to title this post “my a$$ hurts”, but thought that wasn’t necessarily what people would want to see on their blog rolls and in their readers.
This morning when I dropped off Jones at school, I commented that I needed to get Shoo to early drop off to take advantage of the beautiful day. She looked at me like I’d grown an extra head. Why? Because it was about 60 degrees, grey, and drizzly. As I said, a beautiful day for a long run. ;o)
I dropped off Shoo and headed out on my run. I was in a wonderful mood. My legs felt great. My butt was complaining with every step. What the heck was up with that? I ran a fast five miles yesterday evening (9:08, 8:45, 8:39, 8:28, 8:16) on a pretty hilly route and I did a ton of laundry and cleaning. Oddly, my butt was sorer from that than it was from racing the Army 10 miler.
Despite the soreness (which slowed me way down), I had a nice run. I finished the 8 miles in 1:18:19, with negative splits. I’ve been working really hard lately to start slow and finish fast and that seems to be really coming together.
After my run, the clouds went away and it warmed up to the high 60s. I was glad I was done with my run, as it was now a truly beautiful day, but I liked running in the cool much better. Am I the only weirdo who trains hard over the winter and just tries to maintain during the summer?
My parents just flew in for the weekend and we’ll be celebrating Shoo’s birthday, as well as Halloween and dad and I are running an 8k, so I may be MIA for a few days. Hopefully I’ll get a chance to post some pics from the festivities, but if not, have a happy and safe Halloween!