Yesterday, Super Bowl Sunday (WOOO WHAT A HALFTIME SHOW, but that’s another post,) I’d cleaned, and was laying on the couch watching the first season of Girls…
Side note: I’m not sure how I feel about Girls yet because there are just so, so so, many uncomfortable scenes. Lena Dunham is naked the entire first season, there is a crack incident, and the entire incident where Jessa is kind of getting involved with the Dad she’s babysitting for completely made me so uncomfortable. More on them later.
Okay, so finally, with a ton of episodes of Girls finished, I had a choice. I could either take a nap, or venture out and do my 10 miles in yesterday’s beautiful weather.
To be honest, I think I was a little scared to run 10. I hadn’t run 10 since my marathon flop in October (where I barfed 18 miles into the race), and I was really concerned that my stomach might start hurting again, and I’d begin to lose motivation for the race. But I suited up, filled up my water bottle, and off I went.
It was a beautiful day, and this was one of the first sights I encountered in the 60-degree weather.
It was really freaky. Last week, we got a good bit of snow and ice, and despite the fact that most everything was melted by the time we hit 60 yesterday, there were still areas that hadn’t been touched by light, and this little stream, House Creek was frozen to this milky white color. It was so weird, I had to stop, just a few miles in.
I suffer from gastritis, and one of my fears is that it may flare up in the same way it had in October. But I was careful with my tummy, only eating a PowerBar fruit smoothie pouch before, and avoiding alcohol and caffeine in the hours and days before, and my stomach thanked me kindly. But the nicest part, after I got over the initial, paralyzing fear that I might get sick mid-run again, was that 10 miles felt just like home. Was it easy as pie, no way. But it was almost as if my body had retained some memory of having run that distance before, and it was so much easier than the first time I ever ran 10. It actually felt good, and I’m starting to believe and trust in my training a little more. Next week is 15, and here’s to 15 feeling like home as well 🙂
How did your run/workout go this weekend?