Thursday
One-mile run-commute in the morning, one-mile run-commute in the afternoon. Both times I felt like running more, but I'm trying to be hyper-vigilant with this mild tendonitis in my left foot.
During the day I did some mobility stuff with my ankle weights. Refreshing. Stomach felt a little goofy so no sit-ups. Lots of stretching, massaging, rolling.
On the afternoon run back home, all the commotion and light seemed unpleasant. I think I may very well be becoming a permanent morning runner. I love the peace and tranquility and dim lighting. I feel kinda like a defective sperm purposelessly floating around in a giant, dark, urban womb. I can never seem to run very fast first thing in the morning, but who cares? The only competition I have is death and decay, and I'm winning.
Friday morning
3.6 mi. / 5.8 km
Woke up before three, thoughts immediately turned to running a half-marathon. As my consciousness focused and reason slowly regained the upper hand over imagination while voiding my bowels, I realized a short run would be more the thing to do, test out the left foot, see where it's at.
It felt funny to run so little after my recent spat of 8-14 milers, and I really felt like I was just getting started when I turned back homeward, just after attaining neighborhood escape velocity, but I think it was best to keep today's run to a short orbit 'round the home planet. I'll continue massaging and stretching throughout the day, check the O-ring twice, and then fire up the boosters and try a proper longrun launch tomorrow morning to a distant neighborhood. (Please excuse the extended metaphor, but with all this running under the stars and half-moon, stellar tropes pierce the thoughtscapes of my half-awake hemispherical cerebrum like shooting stars. [Opps, did it again.])
More concretely, there's still a little something in the left foot, and I can still feel the knots in my left arch, but they're getting better. Shins don't feel tight at all, so I wonder if the arch muscles can cause tofp too. The mild ache kind of moves around from on top of my mets to near my ankle. I was hoping to make 40 miles this week, now I'll be lucky to make 30 mpw. Oh well. I still have 40-50 years to get it right, starting next week.
One-mile run-commute in the morning, one-mile run-commute in the afternoon. Both times I felt like running more, but I'm trying to be hyper-vigilant with this mild tendonitis in my left foot.
During the day I did some mobility stuff with my ankle weights. Refreshing. Stomach felt a little goofy so no sit-ups. Lots of stretching, massaging, rolling.
On the afternoon run back home, all the commotion and light seemed unpleasant. I think I may very well be becoming a permanent morning runner. I love the peace and tranquility and dim lighting. I feel kinda like a defective sperm purposelessly floating around in a giant, dark, urban womb. I can never seem to run very fast first thing in the morning, but who cares? The only competition I have is death and decay, and I'm winning.
Friday morning
3.6 mi. / 5.8 km
Woke up before three, thoughts immediately turned to running a half-marathon. As my consciousness focused and reason slowly regained the upper hand over imagination while voiding my bowels, I realized a short run would be more the thing to do, test out the left foot, see where it's at.
It felt funny to run so little after my recent spat of 8-14 milers, and I really felt like I was just getting started when I turned back homeward, just after attaining neighborhood escape velocity, but I think it was best to keep today's run to a short orbit 'round the home planet. I'll continue massaging and stretching throughout the day, check the O-ring twice, and then fire up the boosters and try a proper longrun launch tomorrow morning to a distant neighborhood. (Please excuse the extended metaphor, but with all this running under the stars and half-moon, stellar tropes pierce the thoughtscapes of my half-awake hemispherical cerebrum like shooting stars. [Opps, did it again.])
More concretely, there's still a little something in the left foot, and I can still feel the knots in my left arch, but they're getting better. Shins don't feel tight at all, so I wonder if the arch muscles can cause tofp too. The mild ache kind of moves around from on top of my mets to near my ankle. I was hoping to make 40 miles this week, now I'll be lucky to make 30 mpw. Oh well. I still have 40-50 years to get it right, starting next week.