Whah? I keep looking around me, feeling like I need to be doing something. Not that the house work isn’t piling up around me, but I’d rather run and I need to work on my paper for next Thursday. So I came up with the compromise of sitting on my behind, drinking coffee and blog surfing. Perfect, no?
Any must read blogs that I’m not reading? (hint: probably most of the good ones)
My knee was aching yesterday. My brain can’t calculate mileage, but my knee is very conscious of exactly how far we’re going. It’s the same old tight hamstrings/irritated IT band thing. Nothing a little ice and some foam rolling couldn’t handle, but from here on out I’m sticking to the plan. No matter how silly it feels to walk half way around the Bog to get back to my car. The reason I’ve never made it to the starting line of a half marathon before is because I chronically try to go too far and/or too fast. No more of this. Yes, I have time goals. No, I do not need to meet/beat them in my first half. Although I guess I’m now supposed to call it a Pikermi. If you’re not going to read the link, Pikermi (apparently pronounced pee-KER-mee) is a town that was pretty much at the halfway between Athens and Marathon. I like it, so let’s role with that.
*By off day, I really mean I’m scheduled for a cross-training day that will inevitably become a full on rest day. Unless working on my self-control can be considered cross-training. We’re having dinner with my parents & my brother and new sister-in-law before they head back to Houston tomorrow morning. Sounds great, right? It will be. Except that we’re going out for pizza. Even though this pizza has minimal crust, it will still contain starch. I did so well at the pancake place yesterday, but I don’t know how well I can handle this one.
I’ve decided that my reward for completing my Pikermi is a gym membership. My arms could really stand to have regular dates with free weights and attempting to have these dates in my living room inevitably ends with my ass parked on the couch. Obviously it’s more comfortable my way, but it’s doing nothing for my triceps.