But I do like waffles. Hence why I have to run for hours on end.
Today's run:
Half Marathon Training Week Three, Day Three (5 mile long run)
5.59 miles/1:22:04
Half Marathon Training Week Three, Day Three (5 mile long run)
5.59 miles/1:22:04
Oy. My friends. I am not sure why I thought running 5 miles would be such a breeze, since half the time I run 2.5 or 3 miles, I am wheezing and considering crying by the end. But when the alarm went off at 6 am, I thought it would be completely fine to hit the snooze button twice. Maybe three times. I don't remember because I was in the fetal position, spooning David's body pillow and pretending that it wasn't getting hotter than hell outside.
I finally got out the door around 7, and while it was pretty cool and delightful for a little while, it did start to heat up pretty quickly. That, combined with the fact that I was doubling the amount of running that I'm used to, and that I decided it would be genius to try a brand spankin' new pair of shoes out on my longest run ever, made it a slightly shaky run. The shoes were Asics GT-2160, which I've read awesome things about, but they are just not my shoes. They were incredibly stiff, and I had shin splints from the very beginning. By the end, it was a little better, but my hips and calves were so sore because the shoes just felt heavy... my poor legs were working extra hard. Back to Road Runner Sports for you, Asics.
Forgive me. You're just not my type.
All that being said, I'm damn proud of that run. Just for fun, I looked back at my dailymile profile (which someday I might actually update again) to see how long ago it was that I did a 5 mile run, and unless I didn't add it to my profile, I think today was my first 5 mile run of all time. Or at least the first 5 mile run that I haven't blocked out of my memory because of the pain it caused me.
So did I learn my lesson about hitting the snooze button in July? Yes. Should I use a long run to try out new shoes again? Probably not. But did I know it was worth it the minute I sat my sweaty self down on the floor to stretch out my angry legs? Oh hell yeah.
And it's been worth it all day, even if my hips and gluteus are screaming at me because they didn't want to be up and moving for an hour and a half this morning. And no, I promise I won't take a picture of my rear and add a speech bubble to it whining about running. Though it's tempting because I've been catching up on the antics of this chocoholic and loving her captions. But I won't make you look at my behind - my gift to you.
Okay, it's not my gift to David. But he has his birthday present to look forward to, so... he'll be okay.
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