Stupid, stupid, stupid.
workout :: timed 5k [8:32 pace]
We all have them. Runs that check you. They chew you up and spit you out, then spit on you before taking your shoes. Today I had one of those runs, where I thought a timed 5k would be a good idea. Ya know, on zero food with just as much water at high noon and crazy humidity.
Before I went on my run I took the Big Ass dog out on a quick mile around the neighborhood. Against my best efforts he took off like a bat out of hell, at right over 8 minute miles. Silly me, thinking he might want to do a lazy mile; slowing down a 90 pound dog is not easy when you’re trying to turn your legs over to a pace you never run.
Anyway, I dropped him back off at home and felt pumped enough to push myself. I got a mile in and immediately regretted my decision. From then on, I stopped about 5 times. While Nike+ calls it my ‘5k PR’, I most definitely won’t. I stopped too many times and the next time I try this I will definitely 1) prepare for it better 2) pace myself 3) stretch before/after because now things hurt that never have before. Whoops.
We went to a local farm yesterday for some produce and bought some amazing berries, so I came home and stole my daughter’s bowl. Damn right I added the whipped cream.
Until tomorrow. *sigh*