6-24-09, Weds.
8:35 am
B.R. Park
20′07
18:05 min/mi
1.11 miles
187 calories
Pre-jog thoughts: My brain was so ready for this run for some odd reason. Maybe not enough shiny things or pretty sprinkles to look at for entertainment. I was up at 6:30, as usual, and from about 6:50, the brain wanted to jog. Since the temp is supposed to hover in the 90s today, I obliged. Plus, remember: the earlier you hit the park, the fewer weirdos in your path.
Jog thoughts: Evidently the body did NOT get the brain’s memo today re: being stoked for a run. Body bitched the entire time, from first strike. Odd pain in the right knee cap–not a usual spot for pain. The calves were a bit sore today as well, which flummoxed me (love that word!) until I remembered the dog & I took a new path at the park yesterday with lots of stairs.
Starting out, I had a gut feeling I wouldn’t make a new personal best. First off, Tiger is tired of me and second, I just didn’t feel it. Instead I set my sights a bit loftier: run all the way through to the last little hill. This means no walking up the hill after the half-way point. Jogging only to the last hill, walk about 30 seconds, jog.
Guess what? I did even better. I didn’t walk for one single minute of my jog (or second). Did you hear me? I RAN 20 STRAIGHT MINUTES WITHOUT STOPPING. Not something I thought I’d do when I’d eyed that plate of donuts around Easter time.
Post Jog: Walking it off felt good. No more pain, except that darn niggling cramp in the left calf. That’s almost always there. Did some good stretching, came home to take the dog down to the little park by our house.
What I Noticed: Disgusting things. While I love and utilize public parks for their beauty, evidently the scuzzy people use it as their bedrooms. If Trojan ever needs market research on the cheap, they should stop by the parking lot and check out the variety of prophylactic wrappers in the dirt around the parking lot. Oh, not just wrappers either. Real horses in every color there, too. Nothing says “romantic night” like ripping off the foil top in a public parking lot. You know you’ve got yourself one hell of a man if he takes you to the parking lot for a romantic night.
The only reason I’m obsessed with the amount of condomage around the parking lot is because it’s distracting me from the number of empty syringes lying next to them. Hey, better safe than sorry. At least someone’s using protection.
First time for…:laughing while I jogged. Passed an elderly man having a tough time walking.
“Gotta stay in shape somehow,” he comments, motioning to himself while walking.
“Yeah, I know,” I reply.
“You do that every day?” he asks. I assume he means the jogging, not the profuse sweating and heavy panting. Although, if one of those condom wrappers are his…
“Hell no. I’d be dead if I did,” I laugh back. He laughs too.
It’s good to be me. I’d be better to be a size 12 me, but still good.
I went for my first work out at the gym. I started out with a rowing machine type thing. It was awesome…just went on and on and on…for 15…then my legs got all wobbly. Lol. Walked on the treadmill for 10 min at 4 mph…could have done more but got to the gym late and had an appt…feel good about my start though.
I use to be a pretty good long distance runner…with my short legs fast races etc were beyond me…but I could run…would love to get back to that…someday.
Good job….you get exercise in and an environmental awareness lesson..lol.
Good for you, Red…honestly, the first few weeks of working out are always the worst for me in terms of the couch calling louder than the workout. Keep me updated on your progress…