All last week, I seemed to be counting down the days to my cutback week. I had a less than stellar tempo run, and was just ready for a little break. Usually this is why I try to race about once a month.... it gives me something more immediate to focus on than my primary goal race. But with my injuries after Fargo, I kept things a bit open ended.
Saturday I crawled out of bed, despite forgetting to set my alarm (only woke up 14 minutes late....I'm impressed, you should be too) ready-ish for my run. I ate like crap on Friday night, so I was hoping that wouldn't effect my run. I ate my normal eggs and toast and a banana to get things moving. And I sat and waited. And waited. And waited.
Finally 45 minutes after my estimated departure time, I still hadn't visited the indoor port-a-potty, and just decided to go. I knew there were a few gas stations during the first 4 miles that I could make it to given an emergency situation. TMI? Too bad. :)
The run wasn't anything too special. My legs felt not-so-awesome at the start, but then felt a little stronger. The temps were lower, but the humidity was 100%. Did you know humidity can be higher than 100%? Something I learned the other day. Hope I never experience it.
After circling back to my apartment for a water refill and a GU, I really just wanted to curl up on the couch. The run wasn't bad, I was just....bored. I kept trying to "check out" during the run, but apparently my auto pilot pace is slower than what I was shooting for. I made it to mile 8 when I ran in to a DailyMile friend, Karla. She asked if she could tag along for a few miles. Eeeee! YES!
We ran together for about 2 1/2 miles and the time seriously flew by. And for some reason, my pace picked up as well. Typically I run slower when chatting away, so that was a nice surprise. She went on her way when I had about a mile and a half left, and I was so invigorated that I kicked up the pace a little bit for the remainder.
I did 12 miles in 1:54:44 for a pace of 9:39.
My average heart rate was 152, with a max of 171. Oh hai lower average HR! Yesssssssss.
After logging my miles, I got all sorts of data-nerdery. I realized that my mileage for the first 7 days of August is half of my total June mileage. Also, I've only had 4 weeks in the last 52 weeks where my weekly mileage has been higher than this week. Whoo!
Kyle is a fishing nut. To say that he loves to fish as much as I love to run, would be a grave understatement. His part time job is in a fishing department, so naturally he comes home from work with new purchases after every shift. Because I make him look at all my new running stuff, it's only fair that I look at his fishing crap, right?
A few weeks ago he brought home this gem. He bought it, "because it reminded him of me." That....right there..... that's as sweet as our relationship gets. jk. But seriously. It's a mirror image of my new running kicks!
When I was little I used to go fishing with my pops all the time. I'd always pick lures that I'd be attracted to, and they usually worked. Kyle and I headed out fishing on Sunday night and I tried to use the same little trick. I mean... if My Little Pony created a line of fishing lures, this would clearly be in the collection, right? It's even got a sparkly tail!
Random fun fact: This shade of pink is the exact hue on my toenails right now. WIN!