I’m debating whether I should go running, go shopping, or plop my ass on the couch and veg for the day. To be honest, it’s exhausting! I really hate this adulting thing. Decisions, decisions. I can’t wait for A.I. to finally come online, take over the human race, and make all our decisions for us.
Now if you would get the hell off my lawn it’d be appreciated.
I’m going to brave the thunderstorm that is threatening outside.
Actually, it went away. By the time I hit the 3 mile mark of my run the sun started showing through and the temperature started moving up. I ended up taking off my rain poncho and carrying it for my walk.
That’s right. I only ran for 3 miles and then walked the remaining distance home. After two days of 44 minute runs I took a break.
I’m going running in the rain. What a glorious feeling – running in the rain.
Actually, it’s already simmering down to a light sprinkle. It’s the temperature that’s a bit disconcerting. But only a bit. I’ve got the gear to deal with it. See you on the other side.
Well, at least during the run. After the run I sat on the deck and meditated, listening to both the music through my ear buds and to the sounds of traffic and the birds. It mostly drizzled, but towards the end it was a very light shower. It was quiet refreshing and relaxing.
Now it’s off to the rest of my day. You all have a good day yourselves.
Yet I’m still going for a run. I’ve got the gear. Plus, it doesn’t seem to be raining all that hard. Instead of my poncho I will probably wear my North Face rain jacket. It’s lighter. And with the temperature at 53 degrees I won’t have to worry all that much about getting soaked from sweating.
Tina started frying up some sausages that we took out a few days ago but never got around to using. She then promptly left for work, leaving me to finish the job. So, I had myself scrambled eggs, cheese, and 4 sausage links in a brat bun. Excellent breakfast. Now I am in need of a shower.
Oh, there are still 3 links left, which Tina gets. I’m not a total pig.
It’s always coffee first thing in the morning. After finishing the coffee it’s off for a run. I’m trying to stay ahead of the rain. Not that I am afraid of the rain, but I’m wanting to run without a lot of gear on.
Yesterday I did 6 miles, and then walked the last mile. I gauge my max distance on a combination of heart rate and pace. Once I hit a pace of 13 minutes per mile with a heart rate still around 145 – 150 it’s time to stop. Thankfully my recovery was quick. By the time supper rolled around I was back to an 80 heart rate.
On Saturday Tina and I walked just shy of 8 miles. Actually, that’s per Runtastic. I accidentally left the app on pause for 33 minutes, so I know I walked more than 8 miles. But the more important aspect of the walk on Saturday was my heart rate stayed below 100. There are some hills on the Lake Walk that are steep enough I ought to have gone over 100. So, I’m considering this a sign my heart and body are getting healthy.
Scared a bird that looked just like this during my run. It simply flew across the trail in front of me and landed on a branch. It kept an eye on me but didn’t fly off.
Running, running, running! I am going running. I am going running outside. It’s so fusk’n beautiful, that I am going running. I am going running outside.*
*Rawhide
