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…