This post is combining two days into one (I wasn’t on the computer yesterday,*gasp*)…
Marathon Training Week 2 Day 2
So there’s a pattern that has developed in the mornings for me and I don’t particularly care for it. Here’s the low down…I run in the mornings. It’s the only time of the day that works for me, it’s quiet, it’s my me time, and I just plain prefer to do it then. My alarm goes off at 4:30 am (and yes, the birds haven’t started chirping yet). I usually hit snooze once, especially since I’m at my low mileage training at this point. Since I get up so early, every little bit of sleep counts in my book. Here’s the problem, Clifford. For the past two weeks he will come to the bedroom door and whine until I tell him it’s okay to get up on the bed. And what time does he do this? 4:20 am! So I’m getting robbed of 10 minutes of sleep every day because the damn dog wants to get in bed with us. I’ve tried to ignore him, but he’ll just stand there and continue to whine. I have to give him credit; at least he waits for the invitation. He’s polite like that. But come on dude! Let momma sleep 10 more minutes and then you can do whatever the heck you want to do. Maybe he’s trying to help me by making sure that I get up to run, that’s what I’d like to think. It’s working if that’s the case, but really? I have an alarm clock and it doesn’t have 4 legs and howls.
Yesterday as I was lacing up my running shoes at the back door, Marley came up behind me and was staring at me. I could feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. I turned around and looked at her and she hooked me. I had to take her running with me. She used to go running with me all the time. She was a great running partner and definitely forced me to run faster than what I would normally run. She had knee surgery almost two years ago and I’ve been afraid to take her running any long distances. Plus, she has a little bit of arthritis in her back hips. Although, watching Marley you would never know any of this or think that she’s going to be 12 in a few weeks. So I looked into those dark brown eyes and I couldn’t resist, I took her running. I knew this would royally piss off Clifford, but oh well, he’ll get his shot. We ran 3.52 miles and she did awesome. I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be able to walk later in the day, but I knew she was having a great time and so was I. It was just like old times. She tried going after several rabbits, but with a gentle tug on the leash she would get right back on track. And, she made me take 10 seconds off my pace time, just like old times.
The weather was about 52° when I left the house. I wore my Flying Pig shirt and running skirt. It was the perfect amount of clothing. I was neither too hot nor too cold. I need to find another running skirt, one where the shorts don’t ride up. That’s about the only thing I don’t like with the one I have. All-in-all, it was a great run…and then I walked in the back door.
E was crying uncontrollably and Mr. Jeep was just coming out of the bathroom. The little guy decided to wake up before 5:30 am yesterday. He hasn’t been feeling good, so I kind of figured he would wake up early. I didn’t get a chance to stretch or really drink much because I was trying to console him and feed him. I make my sacrifices where I have to.
Marathon Training Week 2 Day 3
Again, woke up 10 minutes before the alarm went off, not because of the dog, but because I think my body is now trained to wake up at that time. Another 3 miler was scheduled for today and this time I stuck pretty close to 3 miles. I ran 3.2 and shaved off another 10 seconds. My pace was 10:06 this morning. I’m pretty proud of that number. This morning when I left the house it was 64° and it felt pretty humid, so I wasn’t quite sure how I’d do. But obviously, it didn’t bother me too much. I ran alone this morning. I really wanted to take Marley again, but Clifford was standing with her and I’m very hesitant about taking him with me in the mornings. Unlike Marley, who sees a squirrel or rabbit and is silent and keeps running, Clifford will howl. And by howl, I mean loud enough for people in the next county to hear him. I really love running with him, too. I told Mr. Jeep last night that I’m just going to have to deal with it and take him, but not today. I wore the running skirt again and a short sleeved shirt. I probably should have worn a tank top. I was a big sweaty mess when I got home. And today when I walked in the back door it was silent. Everyone was still sleeping. Just the way I like it!
I have cross training scheduled for Saturday and a 7 miler for Sunday. We leave for vacation next Wednesday evening, so it’s going to be a busy weekend.
Happy Running All!
Heather