And run! When that beautiful sounding (and looking!) Chris Cornell’s voice blasted through my ear buds this morning singing Rusty Cage, it seemed almost perfect really. This was my second run out since making my come back, and let me just say, it took everything I had to reign in the fire in my legs. For four weeks, they have been hating me, wanting to run, wanting to pound the pavement, wanting to be alongside their friends, the legs of my favourite running chicks. Sure they didn’t mind the trainer, and while they were grossed out by the toxins in the pool, they did what needed to be done, but neither of those activities made up for that loss that no running put in them. And so finally, today, when I promised them a run further than 4 km, it was as though they were the legs of a marionette gone wild. And they didn’t let me down, it was almost like they were purpously rubbing it in my face that they didn’t need this break, they were fine all along. And at 7 km, when Rusty Cage came on, my legs didn’t want to stop, they felt great, they wanted to keep going, wanted to break my rusty cage… and run!
TODAY’S “REAL” RUN:
- 11:30 a.m. BG before: 5.1 (granola bar & 3 DEX, no bolus)
- Temp. basal: -70 per cent
- Distance: 8 km
- Average pace: 6:14 min/km
- Average heart rate: 165 bpm
- Time: 49:55
- 12:45 a.m. BG after: 8.1
But my gawd is it ever hard to get up the gumption to go for a run in the pouring rain when you don’t have your favourite running chicks waiting for you … it took me two hours to get out of the house this morning; a half hour of which was spent waiting for my blood sugars to rise to a decent level.
Dear legs, I promise you we will be back up to regular mileage soon, my mentality is running out of patience too!
So, as mentioned on Friday, I have some news, shocking news really, in fact, I even gasped when I voiced it for the first time myself. I, Princess of Pavement, girl who runs and rides but does NOT swim, hates pools, loathes them, finds them germ-infested diseases waiting to happen, amgoingtojointhetriclinic!!! But I am NOT swimming and I am NOT joining the others in the hot tub, where germs crawl up your butt!
So the tri clinic, of which my favourite ironchickie is a part of, and many of my running peeps participate in as well, is on Fridays. And seeing as how I’m already at the pool most Fridays with my aqua jogging, which I plan to keep up with even as my running gets back to proper form, I figured why not join them for a ride and run as well. So here’s the deal, while their out swimming their laps, I’ll be aqua jogging mine. And then apparently we ride in a room for 20 km (I think) and then run for 5 km. I can do that!
The only concern I had was telling Mario that I was joining. See, my dear husband, like many pure cyclists out there, is a bit of a cycling snob. And, well, (I apologize in advance) he sort of calls triathletes, uhm, “weird!” Sorry. Surprisingly though, he was totally okay with it, thought it was a great idea … that is, as long as I don’t go and buy tri bars for my bike. “That’s grounds for divorce,” he said 😉
Now I’ve just got to figure out what to wear. I mean I can’t wear my bulky, padded cycling shorts when I’m going to have to run right afterwards, I don’t imagine that would be all that comfortable. But I don’t want to get a sort butt on the bike either. What would you wear?