Today is the second day of two repetitions of 90 sec running/90 sec walking/3 min running/3 min walking.
Last night I was very much looking forward to running this morning. This morning…not so much. Despite seven hours of sleep I was exhausted for most of the day. I’m fairly sure it’s my period dragging me down.
But I did it, I went out. I put on my new coral pink running shoes. No, not the Vibram Five Fingers I wanted. These were just thirty dollar shoes from Target. But they are lighter and roomier than my other shoes, which I was also using for work. They feel cooler too, like they have better air flow. I wanted a pair of shoes just for running.
So out I go, grumbling about having to do the warm-up walk, grumbling about stretching. At that point I kind of felt, “I just want to get it over with for today.” But I did the warm-up and the stretching anyway. Then I head up Garfield St. and back down. I notice I’m breathing harder. It’s because I’m moving faster. Should I slow down? I’m not really moving that fast, but faster than before, and without even thinking about it. Because my shins aren’t dragging me down as much as they were before. I don’t feel like my muscles are clenched as much; I don’t have to remind myself to bring my joints into alignment as often. Hey…you know what? I think…I think…I’m actually jogging. Not shuffling…JOGGING. As in, almost actually running! And it doesn’t hurt! It’s a bit uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt.
I did three repetitions and walked home and felt pretty darn good, both mentally and physically.
The exhaustion came back though. Stupid menstrual flow, ruining my endorphin high.