I think the two half marathons finally got to me, too. I had attempted to go for a short run the day after the trail run, and it was miserable. It didn't happen, but oh, did it happen. My legs rebelled and my mind finally caved and gave up on breaking in the new kicks. It may be just my luck, but it seems that every time I get new shoes, the universe is uncooperative. Call me crazy, but my first run in my shoes is not going to be in the rain. No, sir! A week (and a trip to Virginia Beach) later, and I finally put the first few miles on my True Blues. I just decided to name my shoes, apparently...
|And a 6:38 mile thrown in there|
Don't get me wrong--I used to be a swimmer in high school. Three of four years, and the only reason I didn't swim senior year is because I fell head over heels...for running. I like things that I'm good at. I was good at running. Swimming? I was alright. Shockingly, I didn't have the lower body strength to be a better swimmer. I could do strokes up and down the pool all day, but give me a kick board and I was slower and more awkward that a wind-up waddling duck toy. Or at least that's how I picture myself looking. Regardless, if I'm resigned to no running, etc., it should be an interesting 5 weeks of prep. Oy.
|Excuse my nakedness--2 weeks of progress (hopefully)|
|So easy to dress myself for the gym, so hard to dress myself for date night.|
|Need a fitness apparel model? I'm your gal!|