A little humor before I get to the boring stuff (and btw, all of these apply to me...)
You know you're a runner when:
- you have more running clothes than regular clothes in your laundry pile.
- you've lost a toenail. And you tell people, "It's not that bad." (I have a black one about to fall off right now... it's really not that bad!)
- you have a line in your budget for "race entry fees/race travel".
- you get an invitation to a wedding and you automatically think about what race the date will conflict with.
- you have dreams about showing up to a race late or not wearing any clothes. (I'm so glad to know I'm not the only one!!!)
- you're not embarrassed to wear spandex. (it's hawt.)
- you're always hungry. (technically I was always hungry before I started running too...)
- you spend more time researching running routes than local restaurants when traveling to a new city. (I left work late yesterday trying to find the perfect route that would end right at the track!)
- you know where exactly one mile from your front door is (in any direction).
- you have more fun shopping for running clothes than you do non-running clothes.
- when you hear PR, you automatically think "personal record", not "public relations".
- your holiday wish list can be fulfilled at any running or sporting goods store. (My birthday is coming up, too ;)
- you have several drawers dedicated to running shirts.
- your Facebook or Twitter updates frequently involve running. (Guilty.. apologies to my FB friends)
- you always have your next race on the calendar. (including when the last day to register is)
- your runs are sometimes longer than your commute to work or school.
- you get jealous when you're driving in your car and pass runners.
- you want to either cry or punch your doctor in the face when he tells you that you can't run for two weeks. (Which is why I won't go see one about my foot, doh!!)
- you're excited for your next birthday because it means you'll be in a new age group at raoad races. (I run my last race as a 24 year old the week before my birthday and my first race as a 25 year old the week after my birthday! How cool is that!?)
- you get excited when the race swag is a technical fabric (not cotton) T-shirt. (a rare occurrence, though)
- when someone passes you during a training run, you assume they're running a shorter distance than you are. (Um, duh, there's no way that girl would pass me otherwise)
- you spend more money on running clothes than work or casual clothes. (guilty...)
- the only time major household projects get done is during tapering or race recovery. (Which is why only half our dining room has been painted so far!)
4 miles + 4 GP (gentle pickups)-"At the end of your run, walk for several minutes, then slowly increase your leg turnover on a flat stretch for 100 meters—the straightaway on a track—up to the point where you start to breathe hard. Hold it there for 10 to 20 meters, then gradually slow down. Walk to full recovery before you start the next one."
I seriously wanted to quit after the first mile. I couldn't breathe, my legs were dead, and I had side stitches like nobody's business. I ran around the park where I didn't think the hills would be too hard since I'm used to running hills anyway but they. were. brutal. I wasn't trying to go too fast either--I settled into a pace 30 seconds slower than my usual easy run pace. It was just a bad day all around. I hope these kinds of runs don't stick around. It was a little hotter yesterday than usual, and I didn't drink enough water throughout the day, and I may or may not have had two cookies and a slice of coconut cream pie along with the rest of my lunch... so maybe it was just a combination of all those things.
I'm so glad today is a rest day. Tomorrow I only have to run 4 miles and then Sunday: the big 7. I have never ever ever in my whole life went that far so I wouldn't be surprised if I have to walk a lot of it. Ah well...