The thought of 3 miles on a treadmill seems like a prison sentence. Ugh…it was the longest 3 miles of my life. I focused on breathing, I counted with my right foot, I named all the cities I would like to live in, I named all the cities I want to visit, I named my favorite foods, I thought of what I wanted to eat when I got home, I started thinking of the glass of wine I was going to have…you can see where this is going. It was a looonnng workout. I wanted to speed up to make it go faster, but this was a short-tempo run and I suck by that, as is easy to do when on a treadmill. I did vary the pace a little to loosen up the joints but for the most part I kept my short-tempo pace.
Pain…not too bad today. It hurt when I put incline on the treadmill which I’m sure means something but I’m not smart enough to figure it out so I just put the incline back to zero for a pain free run. I figured I was already torturing myself enough.
I think (I hope I HOPE!) the weather is turning for the better this weekend. I have to get my long run in Saturday morning before the Iowa game because Sunday we leave early in the morning for a quick trip to visit friends in NJ and PA.
Time to go ice my calves and curl up in bed. Reading “Desert Solitaire” by Edward Abby…it’s making me itch for our trip to Yellowstone.