There's nothing more motivating then getting congratulated by Lance Armstrong. Just one of the pluses of the Nike+ Sport Kit. I'm renewing the love I once had, I love hearing my mileage in my ear and hearing how much left there is to tread. I love having someone else in my ear, I feel like I can't let them down.
Yesterday, I actually cross trained. Yes, me. I went to a...GYM. I lifted...WEIGHTS. I am...SORE. This morning, I could barely walk. Getting out of bed was the hardest part of the day. Strengthening my core will be a lot, um, something. See, I want to be a better runner but I want to do it by running.
It's hard enough as it is to get motivated to run, let alone when it's freezing and you're sore. My hips felt like there were sand in them, and my IT band was solid. Needless to say, the first half mile was agony, warming up was agony and cooling down was agony. My training dictated a 5 miler with a 3 mile warm up at 11:04. I'm sorry but trying to run that slow with Goliath is torture. We're both miserable, so we sped up and worked in a five minute split to stretch.
We ran this without our yak traks. I overly romanticized running in the snow. Oh, it's so magical and calm. It's quite. Snow is beautiful. These are the lies I tell myself. Really, snow is terrible. I hate it. It compacts into my treads. It gets my socks wet. It doesn't respond to my feet like the trail. Don't worry though, I'll complain about the heat come summer time. But for now, I'll mourn the skin on my legs.
My friend sitting next to me just commented on my pink capris. How sad. Those are my legs. Running without my jamming tights today probably didn't help with the DOMS, but it certainly did make me feel uber hardcore.
I'll leave you on a little less frigid note, pictures from our dog park trip:
Today's Mileage: 5.1 miles