Another nice night

Today's workout:
Run-7.5 miles
Weights-2 x 15

A good tough workout tonight. In the middle of the afternoon, I feel like there's no way I will be able to do the workout. But once I get started, I'm fine. This workout was fun tonight. It was constant HR 2, with intervals up to mid HR 3. I feel like the training is really moving us along.

The weights were good.

I have a calf cramp right now. Ouch. And I haven't showered yet, and I'm really stinky.

I think this might be the shortest blog ever.

M :)


So I just took a shower and I feel much better now. Except for the chaffing. Why is it that chaffing hurts so freaking much and you can't even see it until it scabs over the next day. And, oh my god, when you take a shower with chaffing, it is one of the most painful parts of running.

I ran in regular running shorts tonight and the material just rubs against my leg so much that by mile 5 it was bad. By mile 7 it was ridiculous, and now I'm walking around like I have a limp. I put some neosporin with pain killer on it. Ouch.

I also have a slight headache and I never get headaches. So I took some aleve.

And I have an upset tummy after having a bowl of frosted shredded wheat for dinner so I had some tums.

I'm just a big mess.

Oh, and I'm losing my mind. At least that was one of the text messages I received today. I am getting up in years, so I tend to defer to the younger generation when it comes to my memory. But the message I received today had me thinking I had been on a dissociative fugue for two weeks. I really had to check myself.

Kristi and I had been texting earlier in the day, (I know, that's shocking...) and we were talking about the workout. She had said it would be easy and I said it didn't look easy to me. We went back and forth with what heart rates we should be at, and then she said that she must be looking at the wrong workout because what I was describing made no sense. She checked and then said that she was looking at the wrong week.

Flash forward about an hour. I'm driving down to Kristi and Wayne's for the workout and I get a text,

"You are losing your mind. We are in week 16." 

It totally threw me a curveball. I was thinking, "Week 16, where did weeks 13-15 go? Did I do the math wrong? 3 months times 4 weeks is surely 12 weeks, but then I've never been that good at math, so I thought maybe we were in week 16. I looked at the plan for week 16, and then to week 15, and it didn't look like what we had done last week. So then I honestly started to wonder if I was losing my mind. I thought, "Where the heck have I been the last few weeks? Did I have a good time? I hope I kept up with my training!"

I hesitantly texted back, "I think we're in week 13, but check with Wayne to be sure."

Kristi was so confident that I was losing my mind, that I actually gave it some thought!

Turns out we are in week 13, and Kristi is the one that is losing her mind. I'll have to remind her it's not nice to mess around with her elders memories like that. Heehee!

So after all that, I'm still really tired.  I can tell it's Thursday! I'm going to ice bath tomorrow instead of tonight. I don't think the chaffing would feel really good in an ice bath.

After the workout Wayne said that he got his first taste of real heat on the run tonight and he remembered how much he hates it. I was thinking that tonight was a pretty awesome temp-almost a little chilly! It was in the 70s I think. At least we'll be training in weather that's similar to what race day will be like.

Ok, no it's bedtime for real.

G'night!