new running buddy to celebrate her MARATHON! (Ok, I know that whole MARATHON crap is probably beyond old, but it's still fun for me. So please deal just b/c you heart me, k?) Question: Can we technically call each other running buddies if we have yet to run together? Or should we be considered Marathon Celebration Buddies? We have a run planned for this weekend, so we'll solidify the relationship asap to keep people from being up in arms about the title, mmk?
And as a gift for the lift home, you get a lick from chin to temple. Because that's how I roll. I could probably make a full album out of pictures of me licking him.
After waaaaaaaaaaaay too much fun on a "school night" I was not too amped about my run on Wednesday. Also, I was super nervous that my legs would be "not ready" yet again. I had an 6 tempo miles on the schedule which I down graded to 6 easy miles, with the intention of running however far I could depending on how my legs felt. If I could only do 2 before the IT bands and/or ankle started hurting, I would do 2 slow miles.
In other super-dumb-I'm-an-idiot-and-should-know-better-news I ate 42 servings of dairy today. My lactose intolerant body? Not lovin' that. Honestly....everything I ate today was 2-3 parts dairy to 1 part non-dairy. And the non-dairy part was merely a vehicle to get said dairy to my mouth. So. Much. Pain.
I had to dig up my old school running watch because my Garmin's battery was dead. And out the door I went. As soon as I started up, my legs felt fab. No pain, no achy, no sluggishness. The only thing that was weird was my breathing. I felt like I was breathing hard for no reason (perhaps my lungs aren't used to running in 12,000% humidity yet!). After about a half mile, I apparently remembered how to breathe again, and all was well. Even without Garmin, I knew where my mile markers typically are, and mentally noted my splits. 9:20-9:23 range. This should not be surprising anymore, as that is auto-pilot runner Jeri pace. Which is a-ok with me. I was literally beaming on the run. I smiled and waved at everyone on the trail, I was totally "that girl." Oh well. :)
Within the first mile I was within 15 feet of a deer. It ran up to the trail and then just looked at me while I was running at it. I didn't want it to think I was ready to engage in battle, but I also didn't want to stop running. Luckily, it must've thought I was too tough of an opponent, and it took off into the trees. Bye Bambi! The last 1/2 mile I had the WORST stomach cramps and almost thought I was going to revisit my dairy-heavy dinner. Uff.
I did 6 miles in 56:06 for a pace of 9:21.
But most importantly: welcome back leggies. I havemissed you. :)