Distance: 7 miles
Time: liiiiiike...an hour aaaand...fifteeeeeeen minutes?
Pace: Oh crap, I have no idea
Most Challenging Moment: TREADMILL
Most Inspiring Moment: Good book!
Friday Run
Distance: 3.5 miles
Time: something like 35ish minutes
Pace: yeah no
Most Challenging Moment: no time!
Most Inspiring Moment: No more treadmills (maybe)
With the snow still on the ground, I'm still at the gym, and it's as terrible as ever.
Are there people who actually have to train for marathons at gyms? Like, is that even possible? (Google says: yes) Shudder to think.
I went back to the gym Thursday night for my 7-miler, feeling...unenthused... Not only was I running at the end of a long day (due to schedules, babies, puppies, etc etc), but since I could barely make it through Wednesday's 4-miler, almost double that distance had me feeling very :(
This time, though, I came prepared with a full bottle of water and a copy of The Magicians on my Nook.
How is it? Okay! So far. I think Quentin has a little Holden Caulfield thing going for him (not a compliment) and I'm struggling to see why this isn't technically YA, even with the drugs, sex, language, but sure, it distracted me from my run, and that's all I could ask for.
During my longer run I discovered that the treadmill shuts off after an hour (embarrassing) and guys apparently really like to grunt while they run. I'd be trotting along when the dude next to me would just let out a HNNNGGGDDDDHHH!!!! and then the guy on the other side would go UUUUNNNNNGGGGTTTTT!!!! I asked Dave about it later, but he had no explanation. Guys.
I also got blisters! Blisters! After all these weeks! Unpleasant.
When I left the gym, I looked at the clock and realized I was going to have to be back there in 12 hours, and I felt a crushing sadness that nearly brought me to my knees right in the middle of Boston Sports Club.
Maybe that was the reason why I slept in this morning and had to run to the gym (ironic). I was so late that I didn't even get my full workout in and met Dave and the baby in the lobby so Dave could rush off to work. And I'm still exhausted! Stupid treadmill!
I would love to say that I'm done with gyms and treadmills and back out in the wild elements for this weekend's long run (14 miles), but Dave and I are actually heading out skiing this weekend, and who knows what that means for the run. Do I skip it? Do I substitute skiing for running (a 1-to-1 calorie ratio!)? Or do I, ugh, try to run 14 miles on the hotel treadmill?
Who knows! Tune in next week for the answer, and in the meantime, look at my kid being adorable:
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