Day 880: Run Like Hell (Day 18 of 100)

Oh, man. “Run 5k in one direction and then run back” was definitely the winning strategy today, because left to my own devices I would have packed it in at seven. 3000 metres of torture today; leaden legs, heart thudding, just no mojo at all. But when you have to get home one way or the other, walking 3k is so much slower than running that you might as well run. Well, jog. Well, shuffle.

Tomorrow will wrap up my first Week Of Really Serious Exercise in a long time, when every day has been about putting in best effort rather than kind of just doing things. This is my third 10k in five days, and with tomorrow’s row I’ll have earned a Sunday of rest for sure.

I’m kind of enjoying the one day at a time idea, and it’s interesting now to search this blog to see if I’ve tried it before and forgotten that I did it. I sort of have. It’s weird how much of this only ever lives in my short-term memory and then gets erased.

Day 878: 1000 Snails, Trying to Make It (Day 16 of 100)

10k in SUB one hour today — 59:18, so just squeaking in there, but that’s a boost to the ol’ confidence. “One day at a time” did save me from snacking twice yesterday, too.

The run this morning took me down some misty paths, and it’s been humid in the evenings, so the one path down by King’s Crossing had me dodging snails — probably not literally a thousand, but hundreds. And I thought “there’s got to be a metaphor in here somewhere” — the snails, all tempted out by a moist night and the promise of the new, but now the sun’s coming up and the asphalt’s drying and they’re all struggling to get to safe harbour.

I couldn’t quite make it work, though. Am I the snail? Have I been a snail? They’re trying their best but get tempted into things they have to then work their way out of, maybe.

Metaphors are hard.

Day 876: First 10k of 2019 (Day 14 of 100)

So that’s got me in a good mood. Just sub 1:05:00, which is not stellar but a good start to the year, all things considered. The old strategy of “run 5k in one direction, then come home.”

I actually did the back half of the run without music because the phone kept dropping the Plex server, which actually felt pretty good. I’m not going to relitigate “music is a crutch,” but it’s good to mix it up like that.

Running late thanks to running long (ha!), so I’ll just leave this at this. Feeling way better about the remaining 80 days of this challenge now that I have my first 10k under my belt. Progress ho!

Day 814: Running Again

First run since… SEPTEMBER? That seems unlikely but looking at Strava, which was my running logger, it seems that way. I can’t see I’ve really remembered any runs in October/November, so maybe.

Six months away! It felt good, but it was 3k and then I packed it in. 5k in two days, then up to my 10ks next week. I bought some exceptionally cheap (but good) running shoes, so on the recommendation of the salesperson — who, admittedly, is there to make sales — bought two pairs, to wear in alternation so Pair A can rest while I wear Pair B, which apparently makes them last longer overall.

Off to take the cat to the vet! Last day of vacation: crack away at the book, do my taxes, clean the basement. “Chop wood haul water,” right?

Day 792: Waiting for the Run

It’s March, and I feel spring coming in the next month or so — I am in desperate need of shoes, but by and large am really looking forward to running again. I’m ready!

I’ve never been a winter runner, and Kingston sidewalks really don’t support winter running either, at least in my part of town: the city does its best, but we tend to get snow-rain-freeze combinations that result in ice all over the place. I broke my foot once, I don’t want to break my hip.

So I’m counting down to running weather and really looking forward to it. Whoo!

Day 603: Running Again, Still Thinkin’ Thoughts

6k this morning; not sensational, not terrible, but it’s good to be back on my feet. I’m going to keep thinkin’ my thinky thoughts; there’s lots to think about these days, and not really stuff I can share here (not yet, at least).

Nothing terrible! Just things I can’t share because they’re not entirely my things to share.

Good to be back on the exercise. Next up: food tracking again…

Day 542: I Got Lost

Streets in Kingston are weird, and some of them curve in unexpected ways; one of the main streets in town also starts out on an east-west axis and then over time becomes north-south. So I got lost on my run this morning! I don’t regret it, but an 8-10 k became a 12+ as I realized I’d actually been going in the wrong direction for a while.

It had already been a sloggy run — up since 3:45 for Cat Reasons, a latish night last night for Volunteer Reasons — so what was a low-energy run turned into a walk for the last kilometre. Again, no regrets — just running a little behind and a bit worried about energy for the rest of the day.

Coffee up!

Day 535: Friend Runs

Back to running with my friend Andrew in the morning — motivating, especially when I’m not feeling super into exercise. Having somebody waiting for you gets you out of the house!

Social contact is… good. I socialize plenty at work, and sometimes I convince myself that that’s all the social life I need. But Marisa and I had a great time with friends on Saturday, and just running and chatting is good. I’m a kind of introvert, married to another kind of introvert, so we tend to cocoon.

 

Day 528: Short run, good chores

Faffed about on my phone this morning so got a short run in, then when I got home thought no, that won’t do and set about some outside chores I’ve been meaning to tend to. Stump-killing with epsom salt! Look it up.

I’ve been having a weird time of it lately. Sobriety’s been on lock, but it’s been hard to get my head into a routine of good exercise and a sensible bedtime. I did get back on the checklist yesterday, which is great. It’s more of an anchor than I give it credit for, and the just 15 minutes of ukulele a night is showing results. I need to get back to the banjo.

I read an interesting thing this morning about diet — somebody saying they were a 220 pound person and needed to eat like a 180 pound person. That seems like a sensible idea if not taken to extremes. It also gives you an abstract mental checkpoint that isn’t negative… it’s not “don’t eat that, fatty, you’re terrible,” and it’s not “arrgh I’m dieting,” you’re eating… aspirationally. I kind of like that.