Monday, January 06, 2014
Welp, I figured out this weekend that the saying is true: "Get up and get moving before your brain figures out what you're doing". I lingered too long in bed Saturday and skipped my long run with full intentions of doing it later at 3pm. 3pm came and went and still no long run. Heck, no workout at all. I was too busy cleaning and running errands.
Sunday came - I wasn't skipping my run. I walked outside prepared for frigid temps, but it was pleasant. As I started my drive (yes, I have to drive before I can run), the rain clouds came. Um, really? So change in plans and I headed to the gym with full intentions on completing 7 miles - on the dreadmill - YUCK.
As I stepped inside, the gym was warm - really warm, but virtually empty - it was 730am on Sunday. After switching treadmills 3 times (1st wouldn't start, 2nd wouldn't incline, 3rd just right - I swear it was like Goldilocks), I got into a groove until mile 2. The heat in the gym was overbearing and my eyes kept wandering outside looking at the rain. I gave up. I couldn't mentally make myself run or walk another mile on that darn machine. I threw in the towel (literally in threw it in my bag) and hit the door.
So, you know what that means. That means I'm supposed to run 7 miles today! That would be fine, if the temps in Houston would at least hit 35 or 40. It won't. Oh and I forgot to mention, my plantar fasciitis is rearing it's ugly head. MUST...ROLL...FEET!
Do I go for a run (running in circles near my house to get in 7 miles) or do I do TurboFire in the comfy confines of my home, roll my feet, and push my long run to tomorrow? I am opting for option 2!