Triathlon training is kicking my tail all over Charlottesville.
On Saturday I ran 5 miles, which is the longest run I have attempted in several years. (Hands up if you’ve ever run 5 miles on a treadmill! Not all that fun. Even watching Pride and Prejudice couldn’t take the edge off. Keira’s underbite was very distracting). I got halfway through the run and had to restart my treadmill, since there is a 30 minute time limit on treadmills at the gym.
At that point I wanted to bail. Feeling exhausted, but knowing I still had 2.5 miles to go, was very mentally daunting.
My husband swears that if you can push through the 30 minute/3 mile mark, then you can actually enjoy the run. (I like talking exercise with him, but take some of his advice with a grain of salt. Because consider the source. He is a bit of an exercise abnormality, in my opinion). He thinks that the 30-minute mark is when your body starts to feel better and not like…death. So I kept that in mind and just kept jogging on. (Think 11 minute mile pace. I’m not breaking any records.) I think the little one-minute walk when I had to restart the treadmill helped, and maybe that magical 30-minute mark. Whatever the case, I finished and felt very tired (and mentally over it) but good.
I’m going to take my own advice and slooow it down tomorrow. Maybe I’ll do yoga, or just cut my scheduled workout in half or something. After the run on Saturday, I did my first spin class on Sunday. Sweaty McSweatster here was dy-ing. Then another tough workout Tuesday and this morning- my body is weary and needs a little catch-up. I haven’t worked out this intensely in years.
In other news, I am out of laundry detergent and have all the ingredients to make this homemade stuff. I balk at anything that involves our food processor because…it just sounds like a real pain to shred up soap. But easier than driving to the store with three kids to buy detergent. Am I right?