Naturally, the week of November 4th was one of the busiest weeks I have had in months. Crazy work events, committee meetings, a party to host, and lots of running.
Remember, I'm kind of all or nothing.
Have I run since November 10th? Yes. Once.
My 11-miler on November 10th was even some what of a miracle. I reluctantly pulled on my running gear and immediately laid down in the office, observing LJ's reaction to his soon-to-be victorious fantasy football team.
I bounced ideas off LJ. Things like Three miles is better than no miles, right? Just twenty minutes, that's good right?
My prying comments received some support, but I am fairly confident that I surprised my hubby when I dragged myself off the couch and into the cold. I slapped on LJ's Garmin for confidence. I told myself, just dink around the neighborhood until you reach 3 miles.
But by mile 2.2 I felt great.
At this point, I didn't consider that I worn the most inappropriate long-run clothes. A baggy t-shirt, old and stretched out sports bra, and soccer shorts. To top things off, it was about 4PM and I had failed to remember that the days are growing considerably shorter.
But I felt good. I laughed as I heard LJ's voice ring through my head, the hardest part of every run is the first step out the door.
The sentiment couldn't be anymore true. Now that I was out running, I knew 11 miles was within reach. Since I had worn the Garmin, I could run on a circuitous route and still get in the mileage.
I made it out to a trail where I have the distance(s)-to-home fairly accurately memorized. Around mile 8, I knew I needed to turn around and run the 3 miles back home.
I saw the most beautiful sunset. It actually took my breath away as I watched the sun sink behind the navy blue mountains. The sky lit bright orange and neon pink in every direction.
The colors faded, and it got darker. And darker.
My armpits started to chafe, and I realized how inappropriately baggy my darkly colored shirt was. The dark colored shirt was extra dangerous, vehicles wouldn't be able to see me.
I immediately threw in a few 7:30-7:45 miles. How I had that in me totally beats me. I have this problem with only running at a pace that is comfortable, as soon as I get uncomfortable I back off. Considering that I was 8+ miles in, chaffed, and inadequately hydrated/fueled, that pace was surprisingly easy. I have a problem.
I made it home just as I lost all visibility and started to be on the look out for World War Z type zombies. As I meandered into our drive way, I saw LJ loading the dogs up into the truck.
My sweet husband was concerned and was coming to rescue me. While what I did wasn't among my brightest moves, at least LJ knows where I commonly run and he was planning to come look exactly where I had been.
I need to be safer. Don't freak out, Mom, but someone tried to abduct a woman near a local grocery store last week. YIKES!
So, I haven't really run since. Just one six miler. I told myself I would run laps around our neighborhood until LJ got home. I would be bored home alone anyways, I got to up to six laps. Bonus!
Despite the entire "not running thing", we have kept ourselves busy. A debilitating stomach bug, bathroom remodel, and lots of baking.
This sugar cookie recipe is incredible. I got it from HRG and you can find it here. I substituted the lemon extract for vanilla extract. These Thanksgiving Stars and Pilgrim are AMAZING.
There are other things in life besides running, but I do have to say that running makes it more enjoyable. Then again, so does this:
The best holiday of the year is just around the corner. I am looking forward to the Turkey Trot we signed up for, mainly so I can eat as much stuffing and pumpkin pie as humanly possible.
Are you running on Thanksgiving?