Didn't run yesterday because I was sore from the day before. I didn't drink any recovery gloop and my stretching was decidedly inadequate. The run today was fun, cold, and hard. I didn't get a chance to go out until after work, so it was already dark in the woods and hey, I can't see in the dark despite all the carrot juice I drink. Turns out reading in the dark really does ruin your eyesight when you're older. Also, the dog, my running buddy, is a great companion but a real pain in the ass who wants to go out but doesn't want to run, wants to run but not with me, wants to run with me as long as we can stop every few seconds to pee on something and spread his scent around. I was also running with my headphones in, which helps motivate me but is a bit scary in the dark when I can't see anything. According to this map I found, I ran probably four and a half miles all in all, 2/3 miles from my house to the trail and back, about a half mile each way on the bike trail, and about 1.3 miles each way on the trail, give or take. I did walk some of it, so I tried to really push it so it worked more like intervals (my walks were like brief 5-second walk-pauses, active rest, usually when Major Tom was really insistent on peeing on something). When I came home, I drank some recovery aid, and then remembered to stretch, and the combo gave me a pretty fantastic stomach ache (well, I blame drinking too much water post-run, which I tend to do since I never drink as much water as I need to, however much I think I'm trying to).
I'm supposed to be at a reading for the fantastic Renée Alberts, but I'm starting to freak out about leaving for the weekend to deal with both positive and negative family situations in MA, and then hosting Thanksgiving dinner like the idiot I am. The worst part is, IT WAS MY IDEA. Good grief.
I do love running in Hingham, though, and along the Charles in Cambridge and Boston. I'm bringing my sneakers and special running bra, so I'll update from the road if I can make it outside.
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