Oh man, we so rocked that run tonight! We told the weather who was boss, the hills who was in charge, and the ankles, they weren’t about to mess with us. Oh no. It was, as Miss Blaine said, a true tempo run, otherwise referred to as a totally amazing, awesome, kickass run!
- 6:45 p.m. BG before: 8.4 (1/2 granola bar, no bolus)
- Temp. basal: -50 per cent
- Distance: 6:02 km
- Average pace: 6:18 km/min (tempo)
- Average heart rate: 172 bpm (which was the same as Blaine’s = woohoo I’m not going to have a heart attack!)
- Time: 38 minutes
- 8 p.m. BG after: 9.1
When Blaine and I headed out, a little later than usual, I was somewhat dubious as to how the run would pan out, and was secretly hoping my sister-in-law would have Baby Number 3 so I’d have a real good excuse to bail. See, after almost a full day of blue sky, 20 minutes before we were to head out, the clouds collided and a forceful driving rain came a gushing down. When I walked into the Running Room and saw Blaine standing there, the first words out of my mouth were “Are you kidding me?”
But because I knew I’d feel guilty if we didn’t go out, and because Blaine was in need of a good run, we put on our big girl underwear and took on Mr. Weather. He knew he was no match for us and about 5 or 10 minutes in, he surrendered, full-on surrendered, taking his gales of wind with him and all.
We decided on a hilly route, mostly because it was a well-lit route. And while we did talk for the majority of the run, there were a few silences early on as we battled the long, seemingly arduous hills. And I got to say, I’ve heard a lot of things in my years as a runner – odd things, funny things, crazy things, weepy things, deep, dark secrets – but never have I ever been asked what I was asked tonight. It was early in the run, we were going up one of the first few hills, and weren’t talking. My breathing was all the sound I could take in at that moment. And then, out of nowhere, Blaine looks over at me and asks, “Are you holding your breath?” Uh what? Apparently she couldn’t hear me breathing, despite the loud huffing and puffing I could hear in my own ears, and thought she was the only one breathing to beat all hell. I reassured her that yes I was breathing, in fact, had a person walked by us jonesing for a cigarette he probably would have asked me for one figuring someone who breathed like that must be a smoker!
And it’s crazy outbursts like these that make these chicks my favourite running chicks!
What’s the craziest thing someone’s asked you while running?
Ankle update: About 10 minutes after we completed our run, while stretching, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn’t experience any ankle pain tonight, not one bit, not even slight tenderness. I don’t know if it’s because it was only a 6 km run, but regardless, I’m taking it as a positive.
Like I said, totally amazing, awesome, kickass run!