Thursday the 13th.
Just doesn't have the same ring as Friday the 13th, does it?
I had my stuff laid out last night, to run in the out-of-doors this morning...all the layers...all the cold weather gear.
But after "sleeping on it", I decided the streets still aren't cleaned, and I didn't feel like running through slushy snow (feels like running in sand) with my calf feeling the way it has this week. A "solid" treadmill (grumble, grumble) was probably more what I needed.
After a 5 minute warm up, I ran intervals (2 min run/1 min walk) until I reached the 3 miles called for on the schedule today.
I love running outside, but running inside is one of those necessary evils sometimes...and I figured I'd better learn to become one with the treadmill...if I'm going to make it through the season.
And I think I accomplished just that. I learned today (via some playing around with speed), that the faster I go, the easier it is to run on the darned thing. I've been running much slower than my outside pace, and it's been kicking my butt. Well h*ll.....when I run outside it's harder for me to run slow. So why wouldn't it be the same inside?
And it was.
With the increased speed I spent less energy pushing UP and off the treadmill, and more moving FORWARD. Makes all the difference in the world.
This running hobby, addiction, whatever you want to call it....of mine has been quite the journey. I'm learning everything (probably the hard way) as I go along. What works here, what doesn't work there. That, alone, make it all the more fun.
(3.11 miles, 10:37 average pace)