An exceptional day so far despite the range of highs and lows so early on. After a night of tossing and turning I retreated, at three in the morning, to the twin bed in my office where I slept like a baby for the last few hours before I had to deliver Beagle to the vet for her dental procedure.
The alarm rang and I pulled on my running clothes so I could come home and immediately get myself out the door again. I stopped for coffee as an experiment. Would it sit comfortably before I ran? Turns out, it sat very well and I ran longer and further than ever before. I'm not entirely sure it was the coffee.
I had a brief moment of distress when I realized that I had been repeating Week One on my 5K Runner app for the last two weeks. I had no idea. Maybe this is why it was so easy to increase my running and distance - even if only by a smidgen. At least I'm moving forward, right?
A knotted ball of insecurity formed in my stomach when I saw no fewer than three work trucks and a small army of workmen in the street where I run. I hate the random, lewd, idiotic comments that strange men feel free to make. I thought about not going out or driving to a park somewhere. I sucked it up and got my butt out the door. Not a peep from any of them. What? Am I chopped liver? Sheesh. Very nice and refreshing but a whole new insecurity whispered in my ear. I flirted with the idea of making them all chocolate chip cookies as a thank you for being gentlemen but who has time for that?
I ran 2 1/4 mile which is only a smidgen further but better yet, I felt good! Nothing hurt; my feet, my knees, it was all okay. I increased my running time and can actually envision running my entire time out. There is something about being able to envision a goal. It makes it seem possible. I recovered much quicker than any time in the past. I had a great day out.
Yet another moment of distress - the free version of 5K runner will only let you use it for free up to Week Two, Day 1. The bastards. I wanted to refuse the upgrade on principle and hesitated, stewed, complained to Michael and stared at my phone for fifteen minutes before relenting. It did not update with the progress that I've made thus far. Note to self: Remember to subtract a star when reviewing this app.
Here's a queer little side note. I thought I'd hit menopause after not having my period for 11 months. Then, whammo! And at work, no less. I guess I need to mark that on the calendar. All the running made me shake an egg loose. Does anybody have any idea what's going on here? I'm completely in the dark. I don't want to buy a box if pads if I'm not going to use them. I feel like that annoying friend that's trying to quit smoking and is forever bumming cigarettes from you, "Hey, do you have an extra one I can have? Really, this is the last one I'll ever need. I promise."