Last week I had one really crappy run, two great runs and one missed run. Long live the holidays.
Typically, I run Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday/Sunday. If I can, I will sneak in quick run on Wednesday. It works for my schedule. Usually. Right now there are so many parties, gatherings, shows and errands (not to mention a really persistent Meniere’s episode) that I am having difficulty keeping up. Here is how last week went:
Tuesday: I woke up extra early so I could run. I bundled up and headed out into 16 degree tundra and headed on my merry way. The air quality was horrendous. It was freezing. And I may have had a cupcake for breakfast. I had to pack it in rather quickly (which means I walked home slowly and miserably). Boo. Hiss.
Thursday: I met up with Nikki at the Marina. I ran with her for the first mile, then finished up three more miles on my own. These have to be three of the most consistent miles I have ever run. I felt great despite the cold. Just call me Miss Consistent:
Saturday: A not so rogue band of RRF runners were meeting up for run to Hole in the Wall. I met up with Dianne about 15 minutes before the scheduled run because we are a bit slower. We ran into Deb who ran the first mile with us to stay warm then headed back to run with the next wave of runners (all in all I think four different RRF bands were roving the trails – it was very fun!). Dianne and I ran well, battled a couple hills and won, battled my blood sugar and won, saw some nifty ice displays and all in all put in a good run.
Sunday: Um yeah. I was supposed to get out and put in an easy 5 miles. I slept in then went to California for the day and enjoyed that cheesecake. Amazing.