Sunday, January 13, 2013
I ran this weekend! I was away visiting my nan and pop at the beach and figured with no gyms in sight I might as well lace up the tenners and hit the pavement. Saturday morning was perfect, I had a liter of water before I left the house at about 8am, an empty stomach, walked for a bit to warm up and took off, ...er running. Hehe. I decided to give myself some credit since I hadn't been on an outdoorsy run since November and just take it slow, stop when I wanted and walk when I needed to. I ended up doing about 2.25 miles! It was nice weather, not too windy, not too cold but also not too warm for January (although, I heard it was in the 60's in Baltimore!). It was foggy, however, see below.
I ran to the beach, took a walking/breathing break to pray, give thanks, admire my surroundings, think, etc. Here's a picture of said beach in nicer weather...
...then I turned back for the rest of the 1.2 miles. It was glorious! My legs and lungs felt strong, I only stopped twice to stretch and catch my breathe and I just overall felt fit!
I was so confident that Sunday I attempted to repeat my wonderful experience. Except, I did it all wrong. Sunday I didn't feel like running in the morning, I had coffee, breakfast watched the O Channel, recovered my stress levels from the strenuous Ravens game and lounged around the house. We went shopping, went to the boardwalk and then finally I felt the urge to move around 5pm. It was getting dark and was still very foggy but I decided I thought it was worth it. I let my confidence get to me and started off way to strong. At about .5 of a mile I was pooped. It was cold, rainy and I was too uncomfortable to go on.
Sunday night's run:
Lesson learned: Stick to your routine and what you know. Don't get cocky! Not every run will be good, but I'll savor the memories of those that were!