Saturday:
The clouds parted. I had plans to run with a friend at 9 am and I stuck to them. Six miles. Holy shit.
The run itself I think went well. My knees began to hurt on the last mile, but nothing I couldn't power through. We took my friend's dog with us, and I must say, seeing the dog just walk along as we both chugged (my friend adjusting to my slower speed) made me feel a little bad. BUT walking in to work and saying "Why do my feet hurt? Oh, that's because I ran six miles this morning - before coffee. Booyah," made me feel spectacular.
I felt very accomplished, and I'm actually a little excited to try eight miles.
Sunday:
Rested. A lot! I woke up with my back sore, my knees sore, and my feet sore. I was more than greatfull to spend the day slowly wandering around Salem.
Something I've noticed is my appetite has increased. This scares me, mostly because my appetite was pretty big to begin with! I'm trying really hard to only keep healthy things around, so when I crave and eat the caloric damage is minimal. However, when talented co-workers bring in peanut butter cookies with reeses cups melted on top, and I ran six miles in the morning, it's hard to say "No thanks, I'm set," and very easy to say "Hell yeah! Give me half a dozen!"
Today is a run day. The plan is 3 miles with pick ups, no walking breaks. I'll report back.
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I notice my appetite is increasing too when I workout. It's such an awful thing because I'll eat, then a half hour later, I feel like I'm having hunger pangs. ARGH!
ReplyDeleteDon't let that dog bring you down, Widgets are very speedy. She is just a show off!
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