|Giggity Giggity RUNNING!|
With my Garmin 305 tucking itself nighty night in a warm state of hibernation - prepping to shit the bed (buttons working 3/4 of the time, dropping satellite) I knew that it was time to get something new. So, like I teased a few days ago, this morning I finally bought a new Garmin. Since I don’t buy a lot of things for myself that you can’t drink, this is a big deal. Review to come shortly.
Going long makes me feel gooood
I’m finally getting back into the swing of a good rhythm with my running. Yesterday during a easy recovery 6, I realized – I feel a LOT better mentally when I run near the peak of my training cycle. For me, that is somewhere near 70 miles per week. I take great satisfaction in knowing that I’m extending myself to the near limits of what I can withstand day in and day out. Now, to be clear, I’m not one of those mileage snobs that rants and raves about how "ohhh, I'm on day 57 of no showers, garmin free runs, and 20+ milers per day". A year ago my max mileage was 45 miles per week and it nearly killed me. Running distance, just like speed
10% Rule? That’s for smart runners
Now, just because I feel better mentally when I run higher mileage, that doesn’t mean that my body is all that much of a fan. Running is sort of like being on meth that way. Good for the mind, hell on the
Lent – Can’t I just give up my new year’s resolutions?
There are few topics that I don’t speak of on the blog. With the 28 hour per day news cycle, I figure that politics and religion are pretty well covered. That said, this time of year people generally give up something for Lent and I’m at a loss for what to give up. Of course, when I mentioned this to my wife, she was all too quick to mention more than a handful of things that I could quit doing. I
Like I said, the reason why me actually buying the new Garmin is such a big deal is because I don’t buy a lot of running gear for myself. Running shorts are the worst offender. In fact, I still wear “running” shorts (read: basketball shorts, random whatever shorts) that I’ve had since high school – THIRTEEN YEARS AGO. Anyway, this morning I came to the conclusion that if I were to buy running shorts I can no longer buy ANY gray ones. You see, this morning during my 11 mile run, I was about a mile from home and I had obviously done a great job of hydrating. I had to go. Holding it for the few minutes seemed to be the best option until the urge became just a bit too overwhelming. One thing lead to another and two drops of liquid created a perfectly visible damp circle on my shorts. Lovely.
I ran the last mile of that run at a 6:45 pace. Time to get HOME.