Yesterday, when I sat down to write a blog post, I realized that I had absolutely nothing to write about. My day was so boring! So I didn't write.
I looked at what the weather was supposed to be like this morning, and it was supposed to be as perfect as it could possibly be for a run (in July in Michigan). I decided to plan on doing my long run in the morning, about eight miles. When I got up this morning, it was 60 degrees and the humidity was only in the 50% range. The humidity has been in the 90-100% range for a while, and it's been miserable, so I was thrilled to see the temps this morning.
I spent about a half hour trying to figure out where I wanted to run, which was a big waste of time. I finally decided to do an out and back from my house--10 miles total. I brought my handheld water bottle because I didn't think I'd need much water with the low humidity. And I decided to run a 9:1 ratio--run 0.9 miles and walk 0.1 mile, and then repeat. Almost as soon as I started running, I just felt "off". My legs felt so heavy and clunky!
I had planned on running in the low- to mid-9:00's, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. My first running portion was a 9:37 pace, and even that felt tough. At around mile 1.75, I was really having a hard time. I decided that I'd finish out the run portion, and at mile 1.9, I'd call Jerry to come pick me up. My whole body just felt so tired and clumsy.
When I started walking, I pulled out my phone to call Jerry, and then had the thought that I'd give it one last effort to keep going. I really wanted to finish, because we're having friends over tonight, and I wanted to earn some activity points! So I gave myself permission to run as slowly as I wanted, even if it was a 12:00/mi pace. That seemed to help, because once I slowed it down for mile three, I felt like I could at least keep going.
When I reached mile three, I started to feel much better, and my pace dipped back into the 9:00's. I wasn't trying to push myself at all--I just ran however I was feeling at the moment. I was so surprised to see how few cars were on the road. Usually, it's a pretty busy road, but today, there were moments where there weren't cars coming from either direction--it was almost eerie. Normally, I would be too embarrassed to take a selfie if there were cars, but nobody was around ;)
When I hit mile 4, I debated briefly whether to turn around there or to keep going another mile, to get 10 total. I was feeling good in the moment, so I decided to keep going. I took it easy on the running, and took a 0.1 mile walk break at the bottom of each mile. At mile eight, I was thinking about calling Jerry for a ride again, but I knew I could finish. So I just kept going. At mile 9.25, my mom drove by with my kids--she was taking them to a parade. I was so glad to turn onto my street.
It definitely wasn't what I would call a "good run", but I am really happy that I stuck it out and didn't quit at mile two, like I'd wanted. I felt good when I was done, and I'd burned a lot of calories for our get-together tonight :)
We hadn't been planning to have a party or anything, but a couple of days ago, we ended up inviting one of Noah's friend's family over, and then invited one of Jerry's co-workers and his daughter, and our next door neighbors. We never do anything on the fourth, so I'm glad we decided to have people over.
As soon as I got home from my run, I didn't even change out of my sweaty clothes. I just started cleaning the house, and I made coleslaw. I've never made coleslaw before, but figured it'd be a good side for the craft beer brats we'd bought to cook on the grill. I chose this recipe (a copycat KFC recipe), and when I got out the ingredients, I realized that I had forgotten that I broke my food processor the last time I used it. So I had to chop all the cabbage by hand--to the size of a grain of rice. Hahaha, it took a while, but it worked out. And the coleslaw turned out really good!
I spent a couple of hours cleaning the house, and then I finally was able to take a shower. I was bummed when I realized that my boobs had chafed from my sports bra during my run! I had planned on wearing a sundress (which was pretty low-cut), and when I put it on, you could totally see the boob chafe.
Because I'm classy, I still wore it, despite the chafe. We have a cooler full of cold drinks, so that's all that matters anyway, right? ;)