Since several of you have been kind enough to ask how I’m doing the day after my ten mile run, I thought I’d throw up a quick bonus post to address the issue.
I’m questioning why I ever started running.
All to be expected after pushing myself to go ten miles.
I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and since I was still half asleep, I didn’t remember that I’d run such a long distance several hours earlier.
So I almost collapsed onto the bedroom floor because my exhausted legs were not ready to support my body.
That’s when it all came rushing back to me.
When I woke up again, it was time to start my day. Even though I wanted to remain under the covers and allow my aching muscles to rest, I got my ass out of bed and put on my running gear.
There was no way I was going to skip a running day just because I’d challenged myself the previous day. In fact, it would have been quite stupid of me to do so. The whole point of running like this is to keep pushing myself and get into better shape.
Of course, I’m not an idiot. There was no way I was going to put up any serious mileage today, so I set my sights on a nice, easy four miler.
Emphasis on “easy”.
Regardless of anything, I was still going for 200,000 steps for the week, and that meant I needed to collect 27,000 steps today.
I wasn’t going to get 27,000 steps by skipping my morning run. Slow, steady steps still counted towards my total.
And so I trudged slowly towards my goal. Just in case the pain wasn’t enough of a Sunday morning challenge, it was also raining.
I crossed paths with a very attractive runner twice on my journey. The first time, we exchanged waves. The second time, she came up next to me on the sidewalk as I was slowing running down the street.
I said hi.
She said hi back and smiled.
Did I mention she was very pretty?
I wanted to keep pace with her, but there was no way my legs would allow it. So I just watched as her long, blonde ponytail danced away into the distance.
I almost called out that I’d run ten miles the day before, and that was the only reason I couldn’t keep up with her, but I was too tired to form complete sentences.
Normally, I can kick it into the next gear when I feel the need for speed, but on this day, the only gear I had was “steadily moving forward”. The only other option in my arsenal was “curling up in the fetal position in the middle of the road”.
Oddly enough, my encounter with the attractive blonde runner motivated me to keep going. It reminded me that getting into shape helps with my self-confidence.
And so I kept going. Actually went a little further than I expected, but I was smart enough to not push it too far.
I know my limits.
I’m at 16,000 steps for the day, so I should hit my goal of 27,000 to keep my 200,000 streak alive.
In the meantime, I’m going to rest my sexy runner’s legs…