Hey friends! Yes I know, I need to blog about Wasatch Back, it'll happen I promise. But here's my first blog post from ATL.
I went running this morning. I was all sorts of nervous because a) it's a new place b) wasn't sure if my plotted run was in a "safer" area and c) i had to run by myself. I took my trusty BB and headed out on my first run.
Lori vs. Humdity, take one.
First, off. It feels AWESOME to run at sea level. Holy my lungs loved me. The 4 miles I ran felt like I'd ran 1. Seriously. That good. But the humidity, oh my, it kicked my trash. I don't generally sweat much but by about mile 2 I had sweat dripping in my eyes. By the time I was done with the run I looked like I'd run through the sprinklers. My A/C never felt sooooo good.
Here are some pics from my fabulous first run:
Me post workout with sweaty wet hair. but I was psyched!
Sooooo let me just tell you about my fun runs last week as I've been preparing for the Wasatch Back. Oh get excited. To train, they recommend that you do 2 runs in a 24 hour period twice. Well last week I realized that there was only 2 weeks left before the race and I'd better get hopping on that. So looking at my week I decided that the best time to do that would be Thursday. I usually run Thursday mornings, my evening was pretty open so I could run again Thursday night and then I usually run on Friday mornings as well. Perfect 3 runs in 24 hours. Doin' it.
Well I forgot to take one little thing into account. Soccer on Wednesday nights. Thursday morning came and I got up ready to run. As we got moving my body began to protest. I suddenly became very aware of all of the bumps and bruises from soccer the night before and my muscles felt like lead. Rickemrackem not stretching after soccer. Bad plan. So after a less than encouraging run, I focused my thoughts on a great run that evening. Thursday after work I quickly changed and hit the pavement again. My legs hurt, but no worse than in the morning. This time it was the heat that was the challenge...and the hills.
Even though I felt like I was running in slow motion, I did it, and didn't die along the way. Then came Friday morning. My desire to wake up was almost non-existent, but I knew that we had planned on a trail run and that at least sounded fun. My body now ached from head to toe. I was SO glad that Lori was there with me. I totally think I would have given up otherwise. Yay for running partners! Moral of the story? No soccer the week of Ragnar. I don't need any other pains. 3 runs in 24 hours will do quite well thank you.