Lucky Number Seven

The hurricane has brought clouds and cool temps to southwest Virginia.  Probably was a damper to a lot of peoples' day.  But not mine.  This weather is just what I would have ordered up for my plans today, which weren't much!  Run, clean, and be lazy.  Those were my three tasks today.  And I have completed them all!  *3*Cheers!* 

I slept in, ahhhh, that was most wonderful.  I haven't done that in a long while unless you count hitting snooze for the umpteenth time on Monday through Friday.  I woke up at 7:30 and said to myself, "I should get up and go do my run before it gets later and hot," ...as I laid my head back down on the pillow.  So wonderful :)

But most fortunate for me, it's been overcast and cool allllll day.  So when I finally got around to getting myself going for the day, I decided I would get my run out of the way.  And I did *7* miles!  I think I could have done another if I had to, but I was soooo relieved when the 7 was over.  I didn't take Pandora with me today because I didn't know if it was going to rain, and didn't want to risk it.  I only heard from two rednecks today, which was nice.  So without Pandora, I had an hour and ten minutes to just think.  So I sang to myself some (had Lead Me by Sanctus Real stuck in my head), and I prayed (asked the good Lord to get me through this run among other things), and I thought, just about stuff, like the fact that I was running off the Fat Tire I had last night.  My left knee started hurting at two different points during the run, but I pressed on because I knew if I quit, I'd have to do it all over again tomorrow.  Luckily, both times the pain eventually went away. 

Then I had to climb up the half-mile hill to my house.  Oh.My.Goodness.  That hurt.  I was TIRED, even after sleeping in!  I think I was in more pain than I was tired.  That's the furthest I've run in many years.  When I quit running last year, I was just running 5 or 6 six miles a few times a week.  So I think my body definitely felt the extra mile today that it hasn't been used to in years.  As soooon as I made it up my steep driveway, I grabbed some cold water out of the fridge and promptly chugged it while filling up the bathtub with *C*O*L*D* water.  They say the best thing for hot and tired muscles is cold water.  And boy were my muscles hot and tired.  My calves were (and are) STILL killing me from mean mean Jillian on Thursday.  So I climbed in.

Whew, it was *C*O*L*D*!*!*!*  But it also felt good.  I sat there for as long as I could take it; not much more than 10 minutes.  I'm hoping my muscles aren't too sore tomorrow.  My calves are still absolutely killing me.

I couldn't help but think afterwards that today's run was just over half of what I'll be running on November 20th.  The good news, I've still got nearly 3 months to train.