15 min run, easy.
That's what my training schedule said for last night. I had been looking at it for a few days. 15 minutes hardly seemed worth the shower I would have to take anyway. I'm pretty awesome, I thought to myself. Fifteen minutes isn't worth my time. I should do more.
So, I pestered my tri coach. And got permission. As long as I got out there and shook my legs out.
I had big plans. For no reason. Just, big plans.
And then Tuesday's training session happen. And wiped me out.
I spent all of yesterday physically exhausted.
15 minutes of easy running sounded perfect.
Things tend to work out like that. Most other Tuesday wouldn't have killed me nearly as hard. And most of my Wednesdays haven't been this easy. If I didn't know better, I'd wonder if there was some collusion going on between my trainer and my coach. Which would be terrifying.
I made the dog run with me, because he needed to be walked anyway.
The run was just what I needed. It was hard, but that good kind of hard, a deep stretch. Harder than 15 minutes had any right to be, that's for sure. I could feel my legs. It wasn't pain. It was just...there.
This is how I talk to my trainer, too. Things like "I'm more aware of my elbows during this exercise." What does that even MEAN? I don't know. I do my best to describe things with the words I have. I don't always know what I'm feeling.
Last night's run was. I don't know. It felt like amateur hour on my legs. An easy 10 minute mile was rough. Not impossible rough. Not just ran a marathon yesterday rough. More like when was the last time I felt THAT muscle when I ran? rough.
It was just what I needed. Even if it wasn't the impressive run I was hoping for.
Oh, here is a picture of the cat, so she doesn't get left out.
Last night's crock pot meal was herbed lemon garlic chicken. It was fine, but not so impressive that I need to pimp the recipe. It could be done better.
I took a picture anyway, because look at how fucking big that sweet potato is.
The best thing about training is that I ate all of it, no problem. The worst part about training is I go from zero to FUCKING STARVING at random points during the day. Sometimes my stomach will be full, but my body will start DEMANDING FOOD NOW. There's not much I can do about that, since I'm probably not going to start chugging olive oil. But I should probably start making sure I include enough fat in every meal. I think I'm doing okay, but it won't hurt to keep an eye on it.