Monday afternoon, half-hearted bench press. I was pretty pooped from a weekend of little sleep, much beer, and long driving. I did some sub-max sets and called it a day. Lifting while tired can be dangerous.
Tuesday -- nada. Very tired and was moving my office, so lots of stairs work.
Wednesday morning, two-mile run, no gadgets, felt good. Still tired, but I needed to run. And my soles were clammering for a little stimulation. I'm so addicted now--it just feels wrong the days I don't run, even the day after longer runs. I think I may try to up my running from the 4-5 days per week range to 5-7 days per week.
It was already hot, so I took off my shirt. I guess I've lost enough belly not to be embarrassed. And the full moon low on the horizon was quite nice. I may have to wake up a bit earlier tomorrow in order to get in a purely moonlit run. They're so magical.
I also really enjoyed not having my Garmin with me this morning, a la Dutchie and BFGentile. Even though I only look down at it once in a while while running, and rarely allow the pace reading to influence my effort level, unless I'm doing intervals or something, I felt a lot more in tune with my body this morning without it. I seemed to be more aware of form, foot landing, and posture. Much more in tune with the run, in other words. And since, with morning runs, my route options are limited, and the mileage pretty much known, there's really no reason to wear the Garmin unless I'm trying to run at a certain pace. Still, it was strange what a difference it made. I swear I only look down at my Garmin once every mile or two, but I guess that's enough to diminish the zen-ness of the 'just run' experience. I also found myself doing something approaching a fartlek after a while, and I recall doing fartleks more before I bought my first Garmin last summer. Yes, I think I may need to run gadgetless on most runs, and reserve the Garmin for track work mostly. Or not.