When I ran on Sunday (in weather nowhere as nice as the weatherman said we’d have), my left quad started bothering me with a half mile to go. Instead of playing it smart and walking the rest of the way home, I kept running ’cause “it was only a half mile.”
For my efforts, I got a rest day on Monday. Not a planned one, but rather a “it hurts (and not in a DOMS way) to walk up and down the stairs” rest day. This threw a wrench into my week. I take a rest day from running on Tuesdays because I do an early yoga class and I’m not a fan of running afterwards. Kind of harshes my post-yoga mellow. But having both of my rest days at the beginning of the week does not leave me with any wiggle room for the rest of the week.
So, I hatched a plan for Tuesday: run, yoga, run.
The weather was crappy this morning with a capital C. 40 degrees and rainy. Bleh. So, I hit the treadmill. 4.5 quick miles with the Today show and it was time for yoga. I did a complete clothing change because I’d sweated completely through my clothes.
Next up: hour long yoga class. It’s a good class and inexpensive, but thankfully it’s not as challenging as some of the classes I’ve taken. Instead, I felt like I got good upper body/core workout and a good stretch of my legs. Drive home, drop off stuff, and one more costume change.
Did I mention it’s cold and rainy? Yeah. Threw on a long pair of tights, a half zip, my running jacket, and a hat and off I went. It wasn’t the most spectacular run ever, but I was feeling good at about 3.5 miles when a guy totally skeeved me out. I was running on a fairly major road and he slowed WAY down and opened his window to say hi. Then he pulled ahead of me and drove for a few blocks. Next thing I knew, he was coming back the other direction, driving slowly. As you might imagine, that ended my run. While I felt safe on the road I was on, there was no way I was turning into the neighborhood. Once he passed me, I sprinted up the street, around the corner, and to my house (I was pretty sure he couldn’t see which house + Beer Geek is working from home).
Of course, I’m not going to let skeevy guy decide my mileage for me, so I hit the treadmill for one more mile.
So, a total of 9 miles of running, one hour of yoga, and three outfits.
I think I’ll eat now. And maybe do a load of laundry…
5 thoughts on “Gettin’ it where I can”
Yikes! That is scary. You made a good choice in heading home! Way to go in getting all your miles in. I hope your quad is feeling better.
Nice job getting it all in! Sorry about the skeevy guy – had the same thing happen to me a few months ago…so not cool! You were smart to finish that last mile at home.
That’s just creepy. I’m not surprised that it cut your run short.
Wow – way to hop back on the treadmill for that last mile after your creepy experience!!!
Sorry to read about this guy! Thanks God you’re ok and safe now!!
As for the running.. 9 miles and 1 hr yoga??? Amazing!