::Middle of the Week Happy Dance::
I’ve complained to you guys in the past about sometimes having a hard time falling asleep, and yesterday I mentioned that it’s becoming even trickier with the lights not going out until well past 11pm. Well that threw off my sleeping pattern, so Tuesday morning I slept in until 5:45 to catch up on some lost Zs. After school, I went straight from the car and into my workout clothes and ran 4 miles on the treadmill with a time of 30:37.
Splits are getting more evened out as well:
Pretty pleased with the whole deal. Afterwards I did a lower-body workout that comprised of 4 sets of 25 weighted squats, 25 backward lunges, 25 side lunges, and one-minute wall sits. By the end of the last rough, my legs were a shakin!
I treated my evening efforts with a veggie burger, edamame in soy sauce, and
10 handfuls one handful of M&Ms.
This morning, I was just rounding the corner of a quarter mile of running when I stopped and really paid attention to my legs. Were they sore? No. Did they hurt? Nope. They were just tired. Now if I hadn’t run the night before and done my lower body workout, I would have told my legs to pull up their panties and get over themselves. But I didn’t; I was empathetic to their weariness and with a pat on the dash of my treadmill, I ended my quick run and changed back into my comfy t-shirt and shorts.
I didn’t feel one iota of guilt as I sat back down in front of my laptop. I knew that it was what my body needed. And then a thought popped into my head like one of the cartoon bubbles I’m always adding to pictures: what if you are becoming an evening runner?
Hold on Judgy McJudgerton! I don’t know if I’m ready to become a full-on evening runner for the rest of my days, but maybe the rest of them that I spend on St. Paul Island??? Here’s the thing that I like about running at night: it clears my mind AND takes away that time where I would be scavenging for trails of carbs and caramelized fats. I don’t know that I particularly care for doing my weight workouts at night because I do them after I run, and by 5:30/6:00 I am really too drained to push myself to do all the necessary sets. So I could indeed do my runs at night, my weights in the morning and DOUBLE my pleasure and fun.
Mind you as soon as I get back to Michigan, the whole damn baby will be thrown out with the bathwater.
Not literally a baby, and certainly not this one:
I got word not that long ago that my SCHWEEEEEETIE PIE niece, my sister, and brother-in-law are going to be coming for a visit in Michigan.
Oh and it’s right around the time that I am going to be running in the Dexter-Ann Arbor Half Marathon! It just so happens that my BIL Sha is also a runner and has signed up to run with me. I say “run with me,” but I am fully prepared to eat his dust.