Tuesday morning.....my sister sent me a text that she had a migraine and wasn't meeting me at the gym.
I had, for the second night in a row, gotten very broken sleep thanks to our lab.....so it was really easy to jump back into bed for another hour of sleep. :-)
When I woke up, and hour (and a half) later.....I felt guilty for not doing something even after she canceled. That's not like me.
So...I packed my gym bag for two workout sessions.
I'd run 3 miles right after work, then hit a spin class.
Those 3 miles felt great. The first mile was a little awkward...for some reason I just couldn't find my "stride." I felt as though an onlooker would assume I'd never run before. But, after I got going, it was wonderful!!!
The gym was packed, of course, with "resolutioners"......but, unlike the morning before, it was mostly women on the cardio equipment that night.
At one point, a skinnie minnie chicky poo got on the mill next to me. She walked, then stopped walking, then started walking, then fiddled with her shoes, then walked, then messed with her iPod, then stopped walking........and so on.....for about 10 minutes.
Finally, she started stretching.
Well, at least I assume she was stretching and loosening up.
She was flinging her arms all over.....nearly hitting me in the process. Windmills, shoulder rolls, neck rolls.....more arm flailing......I was worn out just seeing the movement out of the corner of my eyes. I can't imagine what would have happened had I turned my head to look directly at her.
(besides losing an eye)
Eventually she started running. Then she stopped...then she messed with her shoe....then she walked...then she ran a little.
And I'm not talking intervals......10 seconds here....30 seconds there......if there was a pattern, she wasn't there long enough for me to figure it out.
Silver lining, she made the last 20 minutes of my run go by pretty quickly. :-)
No matter what I do, the effort I put out on a treadmill accomplishes much less than the same effort outside. (I'm speaking about pace and distance.) I was trucking along at a good clip......but my running pace was only a 10 min mile. When I ran my 7 miles this weekend, my running pace (not trucking, just smooth and steady) was anywhere from 8:14-9:02.
More miles, faster pace??? Shouldn't it be the other way around?
Do I change my running "style" that much between running inside and running outside? I was still sweating, getting my heart rate up, etc........so I'm not too worried about it. It's just intriguing. :-)
(Detroit Runner - I can hear you from here! "So put your Garmin on and run outside already!")
After the run, I went down and changed into my cycling shoes and shorts....and headed up to the spin studio.
After 5 minutes of spinning, I was done.
After 30 minutes, I waved the white flag.
My legs were burning, my brain was in distress, and my heart just wasn't into it.
I guess we all have those days.
I left the room, in front of all the other spinners....head hanging in shame.
30 minutes of spin is better than no minutes.....so I guess that's a little consolation. :-)