Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Forgotten 7

Hey! Wait just a second here...

Last saturday I ran 7 miles in an hour. I averaged 8:36/mi and 158 bpm heart rate.


5 Miles...right?

I didn't get but one block before my watch died on me. I know I ran 5 miles, but I'm not sure how long it took me.

"WHO CARES?"

Good point.

I ran first thing this morning to beat the heat. It's gonna be another scorcher out here.


Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Cute Little Workout

Yeah, I didn't do much today. I'm trying to get back on the morning schedule, running well before it gets hot, and, to make sure it just gets DONE. I'm a night owl by nature, but with some time and training, I can be made to get up earlier, and go to bed earlier.

Today was my first such foray into the morning abuse. I ran 2 miles on the treadmill. I wanted to run more, but there's a sign up stating that "there is a 20 minute limit on all cardio equipment when members are waiting". Although I couldn't hear it with my headphones on ("genius playlists" on the iphone are pretty cool) I gathered that one of the members took umbrage with another member's clear violation of said rule. Now I get the frustration, trying to get your workout in before you go to work, but do you have to be a dick about it?

After my 2 miles on the treadmill, I did a little core, incline bench, flies, and some curls.

Hey, I did refer to it as "cute".

Thursday, July 16, 2009

85 + 5 = Hot

Sometimes it's hard to believe I've ever finished a marathon. And to think I finished one, with rolling hills and stiff headwinds only 2 months ago? Shocking.

It was a bit roasty out there today. 85 degrees. I ran 5 miles, averaged 8:46/mi. and I'm glad I'm done for the day.

My legs and hips are sore.


The Long Road Back

"I caught you a delicious bass."
-Napoleon Dynamite


One month and some 200 fish later, I've returned.

I went on a fishing excursion to Canada. Not once, but twice. TWICE!

I don't get a chance to fish very often, so when I get my butt up there, I'm usually obsessed.

The trouble with having been gone for so long, (and having that humdinger of a head cold when I left), was that I didn't run. Not once. Over a month gone with only one, very light weightlifting workout with my Dad. Granted, I did a lot of lifting of heavy objects while on the first Canada trip. (Lifting boats and motors out the of the water, hauling gear, chopping wood, etc.), but really, I don't consider any of that working out.

Since my return, I've done two workouts. Last Saturday, I ran 7 miles on the Westridge Canyon trail.

Time: 1:09
Distance: 7 Miles
Average: 9:58/mi
Av Heart Rate: 169 bpm

I felt... oh, how do I put this delicately...

like complete and utter shit.

My legs were heavy and slow, my stomach was a bit upset, and it was hot, like 85 degrees, so that didn't help. Yeah, it wasn't a terribly smart thing to do, but then again, I'm not a terribly smart person.

Monday, I ran 3 miles on the treadmill at the gym, running an 8:30/mi pace. My legs were still sore from the ill-advised "7 Mile Westridge Welcome Back Run" two days previous. I did some brief core work, and a little bench press. I've GOT to get my ass back out there again today.