More pain

Due to a crazy schedule yesterday, Evan and I ended up getting our run in between 11 and noon yesterday. Big mistake.

Now, not only are my feet hurting, but I have manage to rack up quite a sunburn. This one will have to be chalked up to learning a lesson.

Today, speed work is on the schedule. I'm not sure how likely this is to get accomplished. I worked late last night and had to be back up here around 6:00 a.m., so I'm not very focused on running right now. I went ahead and told Evan to show up at the house at the usual time, but I assured him I would be getting a good nap first.

So tired of hurting

I really am sick of hurting after running. I know there are such things as good pains, but I'm pretty sure this is not the case.

It seems like every two days after I complete a run, the bottom of my feet will get so sore that I can barely stand or walk. It feels as if the bottom of my feet are completely bruised. It tends to go away as the day progresses and is usually at its worst when I wake up in the morning. I have no idea what causes it, but I'm hoping that working through the pain and getting rid of some weight might help. Right now, I'm just sick of it and I really want to get to a place where I just tend to feel good more often than not.

That was all I needed to rant about. Sometimes it just feels good to get the complaint out.

I'm working a weird schedule today, so it looks like I'll be moving my speed run to the front of the queue. I'll have to go to the gym to do this since I'm working at the cooler parts of the day.

Accidentally Awesome

I thought I was supposed to run 7 miles yesterday. I failed at that. I made it 4.2 by the time I had returned to the house. This morning, I checked my running plan and realized I was supposed to run 4 miles. Sweet.

I found some revamped motivation yesterday and it was all I needed to get myself out the door. The way Evan and I have been slacking lately had really been wearing away at me and the fact that we were now way off schedule was getting me down. So, I decided to go out and get back on track despite the large distance I thought I was supposed to cover.

It feels great to find out that I actually did more than I was supposed to. My time for the run was an 1:17. I know it's not the best time for a little over 4 miles, but I know I'll be getting better. It has really gotten my motivation up. Hopefully I'll be able to run the seven miles by the time I get there on Sunday.

Also, I bought a water bottle belt since I thought I was going a huge distance. Now I just have to find out how I'm supposed to wear it. I feel like I look stupid with it in front of me and it's hard to get to if I turn it around and it's unbalanced on either side. I guess I'll just have to go with looking stupid. Who am I trying to impress anyways?

Trying to find the motivation

I'm starting to see a pattern between how much sleep I get and how motivated I am to run in the afternoon.

The last couple of nights, I've stayed up late playing video games. This has had an amazingly adverse effect on my overall want of fitness. It's very depressing that I keep managing to fail at keeping up the schedule. I've decided to find a way to give up video games completely.

If I can just focus on the fact that video games are nothing buy a time and money drain with little accomplished at the end, I may be able to make it. It's ridiculously addictive.

Anyways, I'm going to try to do my hill repeats today, since I've missed them all week. Hopefully, I'll succeed at that.

Feeling motivated

After a weekend trip tore into my running schedule, I feel pretty good about starting this week.

My wife and I had to go to Athens for her sister's wedding, but I still managed a small run and I got in some strength training for the first time in months. I forgot how good that stuff makes you feel. That little bit has just about pushed me back into a lifting schedule. As soon as I get my older brother a membership to the YMCA, I think we're going to start lifting on our lunch breaks.

Besides the workout I got, I really didn't take too good care of myself. The wedding food was really good and the open bar was a temptation that I did not have to power to refuse. Though, the day after I found myself unwilling to drink alcohol ever again.

Better shape than I thought

I finally got the chance to go for a run yesterday and I was really surprised with the results.

I decided to go ahead and do hill repeats since our previous attempts to do them were... um, repeatedly... foiled by the weather. Evan told me he might be able to meet me, but he never showed, so I ran solo.

Since I was by myself, I took the opportunity to push myself and noticed that I got my mile time down to 14 minutes and I was able to get in 5 hill repeats before heading home. My final time ended up at 59:02. Now I just need to see if I can cram in some more hill repeats and still beat that time.

It was really good to just go out running and and finish that mile with no trouble.

What the Crap? II: The Crappening

So the same thing happened yesterday.

Before our scheduled run, I had apprehension towards bringing Evan to the YMCA since they had just informed me that I wasn't supposed to bring guests in on Wednesday night. So, we planned instead to do our hill repeats. It appeared to be a cooler day and I decided we could head out earlier since it was so overcast. About that time, the thunder began again.

I want to be healthy and fit, but I don't care to find myself outside in a thunderstorm. That's just a bad idea. So now I've got Evan trying to get our Mom and Dad to buy him a YMCA membership. That would make it foil proof as to where we could exercise during inclement weather. Now, we just gotta do something about being fat and lazy.