Tuesday “Purist” Run: 4.63 miles – 38’24 (avg pace 8’17”)
Today’s run was different from my others in a few ways:
1. I didn’t have a set distance I wanted to run.
2. I didn’t have a set pace I wanted to run. (tempo/easy pace)
3. I didn’t read anything.
It was the closest I have ever come to running totally free. I did wear my iPod Nano, but that was only because I wanted to know how far I ran. I only checked in twice for my distance, and I felt a little guilty about it. I told myself that I would be happy if I ran 3 miles without stoping. I had covered up the display on my treadmill, so I didn’t know how long I had run. I couldn’t even tell the passing time from the sunrise because our sun stays in bed until around 9:30am here.
The first time that I checked my time/distance was at the 2.7ish mile marker. The second time that I checked it was 4.5ish. You could have knocked me off my treadmill with a feather when I saw that I had ran 4.5 miles, and not just because I tend to trail off to the right anyways.
So what did I think about for those thirty-eight minutes? Well a lot of things.
1. Should Dear Hubby and I go somewhere for Spring Break?
2. Oatmeal or Luna Bar for breakfast?
3. What is the next book that I should read?
4. Formulating lesson plans for my high schoolers who are reading Othello right now.
5. What outfit will I wear to school today?
6. I think I have to pee?
7. I should have chewed on gum during this run.
8. Sang the lyrics to the Grey’s Anatomy soundtrack from the musical episode
9. I should start looking up the registration dates for some of the Michigan half-marathons
10. Is there a new Glee tonight?
11. Dance Moms isn’t such a bad show; I’m not going to be one of those moms when I put my kids in sports and activities.
12. I wish I could paint that one spot on the wall that’s discolored.
13. I hope the car starts today.
14. What if we had to walk all over the place? I would have calves the size of pumpkins.
15. I think I’ll make pasta for dinner.
And then I was done. I wasn’t sore, I wasn’t exhausted, I wasn’t cranky, I wasn’t depleted, I wasn’t sorry. It was nice.
Question of the Day: What goes through your mind as you workout?