This is the fault of the eclipse. I got a YouTube notification that my friend,whom we went to see the solar eclipse with, had uploaded a fifteen minute video on our eclipse experience. The eclipse was a while back and he’d already uploaded the video, but wondering what had changed—like the twelve extra seconds in the Star Wars movie we had to go to theaters to see years later—I figured I’d better watch the video again.
I’m not sure what changed in the video, but I watched my children, husband and friends in frame as well as me. And I noticed something: my calves looked like they were in shape—like they had been running. Damn, I haven’t been running. In the last six months I’ve run hardly at all.
I’ve been trying to get motivated to run but I keep finding reasons to not run. The half marathon is in a month and I don’t know if I can even run five miles, let alone thirteen point one. But that video worked. It was the motivation and the reason I needed to run.
Today my sitter was getting my daughter. I decided to have her get my son and I wasn’t taking my son to tricking. I was going to run. I was going to not only run, I was going to run by myself—which is no fun. I like to run and talk. Passes the time.
I headed out and got on the phone for a bit, which helped, but I was going to be out for longer still and there are pockets of no cell service in the depths of the park which I didn’t know about as I always run with someone. After getting off the phone I called my husband and told him the park was almost deserted and I was out alone and could he please check my location every ten minutes or so to make sure I was still moving? He said he would.
I wasn’t sure what I was going to run, but I went out five miles so I was committed to ten miles total once I turned around. I was sore more so than tired. From a cardio standpoint I don’t think I’ve lost much from the six month break. But my muscles weren’t what they had been. And they were sore. I got back at close to eleven miles, which is only two-ish miles from the half marathon and so why not, finish it off.
I’m sore, but I’m not particularly tired. Tomorrow we’ll see how much I’m going to pay for the long run.
The Big Boy Update: When we went to the fair my children did the thing they do over who gets which seat. I sat in the third row with Nana. My son told me I was in The Lonely Chair. I’m not sure why, Nana and I talked the whole time and I didn’t feel lonely once.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Nana and I were in the third row of the car going to the fair when my daughter got a little exasperated because she wanted to talk or ask a question or say something. She said, “do you all ever listen to anyone else or do you just talk?” Nana and I laughed, admitting we were expert talkers and probably should learn to listen more.
Poor Exercise Decision? I ran a mostly untrained half marathon today. Among our friends this is called the Richard Martin Training Method, who excels in doing extreme fitness things with little to no training.
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