(It kinda looks as if I'm about to do a cartwheel. Hey, now that I think of it...that wouldn't be a bad way to celebrate a BQ...)
Here's a recap of the week thus far...
I've been trying to get more running done in the mornings, but the addiction to the snooze button is something I've struggled with for many years. Then it hit me. I need to leave myself with no other option but to get up and run.
- One way to do this would be to have a running partner who I would feel terrible letting down. Unfortunately, I don't have many friends. And the ones I do have don't run nearly as fast as me and therefore are very, very bad running partners. I mean, how selfish of them to expect me to wait around for them!
- I could also make a routine of taking Parsenn on a morning run. Unfortunately, he prefers to sleep. A lot. In fact, I still believe he's recovering from his 5K PR last week.
- Aha! Inevitably, at some point every day I need to drive someplace. That requires a car. Moving on this idea, last night I drove my car to a parking lot about 6 miles away. I then locked it up and began running away from it, in the direction of home. I took the long way home and ran about 9 miles in a little over an hour.
No such luck. Eight minutes later, when the alarm goes off, I try a more gentler approach--Just a loving tap of "snooze."
Same outcome. Eight minutes later, I concede and I'm up. I'm out the door a by 5:30, telling myself I'm an idiot for parking my car 6 miles away. And my legs are tired from yesterday's run. While not as hot or humid as this weekend, it's still a lot warmer than it has been all year, and the 9 miler yesterday took more out of me than I thought. Nonetheless, I finally arrive at my car sweating profusely once again and slide in (literally--leather seats) to come home. Finally, some morning miles!
My legs have a very dull ache at the moment and I love it. Getting the miles done in the morning open up my afternoon, which is great for Tuesdays because I have office hours until about 6:30. Perhaps I'll put in some Parsenn Pace miles after work, but I'm not obligated to.
Wednesday got really busy at work, so I didn't get a run in. By early Thursday I had the itch, so I scratched it with a trail run out on the Ice Age Trail. I put in 7.5 miles in an hour and finished it off with a little barefoot running in the wet grass. Absolutely splendid.
I am a huge proponent of more minimal footwear and barefoot training for runners, and I think it warrants an entire post, but I'll take the time now to highly encourage all of you to take your shoes off after your next run and walk around in a park barefoot. You'll be amazed at the level at which it'll help your recovery time!