Wednesdays and Mondays go like this: 4:15 am, run an easy 2 then hit the gym. Home, eat, shower, work. At 3 pm home, change, eat, back to work at 4 pm. Home at 8 pm, shower, bed by 9 pm. Repeat.
This morning at 4:15 I actually turned off my alarm. I felt my knee...a touch of swelling. I should sleep, I agreed with myself. Besides, I've had a touch of a sore throat and there's been a bug going around. I've run three days in a row and not had a day off from exercise since...I really can't remember.
Fast forward three minutes. I get out of bed, stumble to the bathroom and get ready to run. I hit the road SLOW and groggy. I'm trying to learn the exact mile markers on my morning route so when checking my garmin I'm confused. I usually leave it on the screen telling me the total time, but it was pace. I couldn't figure it out for three miles!
No sign of aggravation from the hamstring this morning, though it's still a bit tight. I ended up sneaking in a slow five miles, but each mile was faster than the first. That's easy when you start off at 10:34 pace! But my back was tight and my new zen approach should help me stay on the track to healing.
On the last mile I thought I'd kick it, though my hip muscles were sore as other various places. I thought it'd make a good bloop. I realized that's a stupid reason to run harder...then I thought that perhaps I should run harder on the last mile, which climbs about 150 to 200 feet (I can't remember now), because I ran so slow the first four. Dumb idea again. Then I remembered my vow to make my last mile my best. So I did.
The splits were 10:34, 10:03, 9:34, 9:23, 9:03. Certainly a slow run, and one I wasn't sure if I should do or not at all, but right now (or for now), I'm glad I did.
Happy Running.
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