I’ve been playing with the schedule that works the best for me throughout the week because I most often have to take a different “off” day than what is planned. Funny enough, it’s hardest for me to actually take an “off” day than find a day to go running or have a cross-training day. I’d like to send a formal thank you to Cooper, because without him I wouldn’t have a good reason to go walking every day.
I have two types of runs per week – one that is measured by distance and two that are measured by time. For the distance run I focus on just going that distance and caring less about stopping for walking breaks. The opposite is true about the timed runs – I push myself to keep on running until I hit that specific time. I may be out for a longer amount of time and take a quick walk break after I hit my initial goal, then run again, but overall the goal is to run for that set amount of time. My timed runs went from 20-25 minutes to 25-30 minutes. It’s not a big difference, but running five extra minutes when you didn’t really want to run the first 25 can be a struggle. My first timed run of the week was set for the same day the Night King bestowed an ice shit storm on southern New Hampshire.
Cooper and I sloshed through the sloppiness and mostly ran in the middle of S. Main St whenever possible. Any time a car approached I had to jump back onto the sidewalk, which was literally a sheet of ice, and try not to die. 75% of the run was actually me just shuffling my feet across the ice in a running motion and contemplating the reasons why Cooper wasn’t as affected the by slippy-ness (weight distribution and a lower center of gravity were my conclusions). What I didn’t find myself doing was contemplating why in the sam-hell we were out at all. Chock it up to years of being outdoors in adverse conditions, I suppose, but I was happy that my brain didn’t immediately jump to “WHAT ARE WE EVEN DOING THIS FOR? IT IS RAINING ICE AND I’M ABOUT TO FALL AND BREAK A HIP”, especially because all of those things were true. The key is to find the silver lining. Inflate your ego a little bit and be proud of yourself for being the only damn human-dog duo trotting 3.2 miles around the neighborhood in freezing rain.
The second half of the week was a bit rough. I've yet to figure out the best "off" day, as I said, and I found myself taking no "off" day this week .My plan schedules it for Saturday, usually I will want to take it on Friday because I'm tired from the week. I didn't send Cooper to daycare on Friday like I usually do, so I had to take him out for an evening walk. I ended up doing a yoga class on Saturday which isn't normal for me, and then did my first scheduled 5k on Sunday. I was pretty damn sore, but the silver lining is that even though I was aching and exhausted I still broke my PR for a 5k (at least since I started this plan). I'll take it. I'll also take the celebratory gin and tonic I had while watching the Pro Bowl.
Weight: 170.2, total of 8.4 pounds so far! My weight loss slowed down a bit because I wasn't so careful about my eating this week, and I also broke my rule of no alcohol during the week. It made the difference of being just at my calorie goal to 100-200 calories over it, and it reflected on the scale for sure. I'm still happy that I lost almost a pound (I thought I lost nothing!).
Song of the week: 1957 by Milo Greene - this isn't on my running playlist, but it's just a damn good song that I've been listening to all week long
On to the next!
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