uninspiredgambler

I napped yesterday. That was more important than running.

Today, I felt so tired, but I forced myself to go. I only got three hours of sleep last night. As I was running, I got tired early and was so sure that I would come in around 9:30. I could feel myself slowing down, losing focus, breathing hard.

But it’s amazing what the body can do.

1 mile – 9:02 I actually took a second off my time.
40yd – 8.19

Maybe I should get less sleep more often…

I wasn’t good again yesterday. I slacked off.

Today was better. I had a long talk with one of my students after class about his non-existent work ethic. By the end of the conversation, I was analogizing his work habits to my running habits. I told him that I don’t like to run, but it’s something that I have to do. I told him that in the morning, I wake up and make a decision to run that day. And I must think about it 5 or 6 times during the day, constantly recommiting myself to running when I get home. And then I finally get home and I realize how cold it is outside and how tired I will be and how tired I am and how much more appealing the TV is. And the decision is staring me in the face again. Running is a constant, conscious decision that I make. His homework is the same way for him.

So after that little chit-chat, I couldn’t very well come home and avoid running. Decison made.

1 mile – 9:03. If you want to be technical, it was 9:03.92, which is 0.62 seconds slower than Saturday. But I’m ok with truncating rather than rounding and calling it 9:03
40yd – 8.18.

Since my mile time seems to be reaching a plateau (although that 8 minutes is so close I can taste it!), I’m wondering if I should increase my distance now. Perhaps 1.5 miles?

I love it when I learn more from my kids than they do from me.

So.. I didn’t exactly pick up where I wanted to.

On Thursday night, I came home, changed, and went out to dinner (for four hours) with some friends. I had a blast, and I wouldn’t trade it for running. So no regrets there.

Friday, I came home, changed into running clothes, but was so tired that I just ended up eating dinner and going to bed early. Some regrets there. I shouldn’t have been so lazy. On the bright side, my muscles aren’t sore anymore.

So today was the day to pick it up again. After hanging Christmas lights, ascending and descending perilous ladders, and playing on the roof, I celebrated not plummeting to my demise by running.

After three days off:
1 mile – 9:03
40yd – 8.09

Next stop—sub-9:00 mile! I haven’t seen that since high school!