First and foremost, thank you to all of you for your condolences. I’m doing ok for the most part. I miss the hell out of Gio, but I also understand it was just his time to go. He was OLD and his heart was ridiculous towards the end. (I’m a weirdo, so I used to listen to it. It was fascinating.) He survived a year longer than they said he would and was happy and tail-wagging right up until the end. I suppose I can’t ask for anything more than that.
On to happier and more interesting things.
Running/Working Out (Last Week)
Last week was a decent week for me. When I wrote on Thursday, I wanted my weekend to look like this:
- 1 x boxing/MMA style workout
- 1 x 4-5 mile long run (ha ha ha)
- 1 x 30 minute easy run
- 1 x weights
- 1 x swim
Well, partially due to Gio and the other part due to that MMA/style workout kicking my ass and rendering me unable to move for a couple of days the week didn’t quite go like that.
Friday night I joined my friend Toilet (his name is Jon, but a Jon is a toilet thus the reason I call him toilet. Yes. I’m a mean girl.) at his boxing gym for what I thought was going to be a boxing conditioning workout. I was pumped to possibly kick and punch things. Imagine my surprise when it turned out to be a Crossfit style workout. (Not crossfit. They were very clear to point that out.) It wasn’t quite as weight heavy or anything as how Crossfit seems to be, but there was lots of kettlebells work, a tractor tire being flipped, sprinting, etc.
While I have no desire whatsoever to do Crossfit, this was actually fun. It turns out that you don’t know what type of workout you’ll get with this guy. He might make you run, lift, box, kickbox, etc. I like that. So, I’m going to be heading back once a week. Why only once a week?
This left me SORE. Really, really sore. Like, falling out of bed sore because my legs were too weak. Couldn’t wash my hair afterwards because my arms were DONE. I don’t like to push like that because it then affects my run. Plus, let’s be honest here – I’m a runner. Runners run. I do think that this is a great way for me to sneak in weight training which I hate. Plus, the class was fun and I enjoyed watching chubby Toilet (he prefers the term beefy) trying to run. Not a bad way to spend a Friday evening.
Due to that class I didn’t do anything on Saturday except try to make it through the day. Sunday morning I got in an easy swim. I think it was only 200 yards, but it was my return to the pool. I couldn’t get in a rhythm. (Also, a 70 year old woman was swimming circles around me. Talk about intimidating.) I thought I would get in my longer run that evening after working at the running store. Of course that didn’t happen. Oh well.
Running/Working Out (This Week)
Today was my first run this week. I didn’t get a lot of sleep until last night. Lots on my mind and just didn’t really feel like it. I’m not beating myself up over it. Today’s run SUCKED. It was around 30 minutes or so and I was sucking air. Hopefully, that just got out the cobwebs.
This weekend will hopefully shake out like this:
- 1 x 30 minute run
- 1 x 40 – 50 minute run (4-5 miles)
- 1 x weights
- 1 x swim
Fortunately the swim and weights can be done in one session so it really is just 3 workouts in 2 days. Nothing too big. I’ll head back to the boxing gym next week. I think I’m going to try a Monday workout and see how that fits in my schedule.
I got a new pair of running shoes. I’ve returned to my favorite shoe of all time – the Mizuno Wave Rider. I stopped wearing them a few years ago because they tweaked the size a bit and my orthotics didn’t even fit in them. I was heartbroken and started wearing the Brooks Defyance. I like the Defyance, but the Rider is where it’s at.
I think I’m going to do some fun shoe related posts in the future. I have TONS of shoes and I am a walking shoe encyclopedia. That’s what happens when you work in a running store for 5 years.
All right. It’s time to get showered and head to the office. I’m swamped at work and this has been the longest week ever. So ready to just relax, get some sleep, and clean up this horrible apartment. (It’s weird not having Gio here to judge my dirty laundry piles by laying in them.)
Ohhhh…I also need to register for a couple of small races. I’ll be sucking wind at them, but it’s the thought that counts. Right? Right.