No, not at the same time, although I did consider running my barefoot mile outside.
Yesterday was the boys’ last day of camp up in the hilly part of our county. I decided I should take advantage of that. Where we live isn’t flat, but these were Serious.Hills. I ran a nice little mile warm up on the small hills and then found a tenth of a mile hill that was so steep I couldn’t comfortably run down it. I went down it, attempting not to kill myself and then turned around and jogged back up. Slowly. When I hit the top, I kept going and realized I had a nice little half mile loop that would take me down a less steep hill, up a slight incline and to the bottom of the evil hill. I did the loop three times, so I ran up the hill a total of four times. By the last one, I seriously wasn’t moving at more than a shuffle and was pretty sure my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. Then I looped around and ended up going another half mile downhill. I nearly cried when I realized the only way to get back to my car was to go back up! I ended up managing 5.1 miles at a 10:15 pace.
As soon as I finished, I jumped in my car and drove home. I ran in the door, yanked off my shoes, socks, and hat and hit the treadmill. I did another 1.2 miles at an average of a 10:30 pace barefoot on the ‘mill. Now I just need to find a minimalist shoe for outside…
Two days into July and I’ve already managed 10.3 miles. Woot! This morning’s plan is another slow 10 miles, but we’ll see what my quads have to say about that.