Things have been really hectic lately and I am behind on blog followup. But I am slowly catching up...I am only about 200 posts behind now.
The hob hunt is inching along, taking it's own merry time as job hunts tend to do, and sometimes it's easier to wallow in darkness than to imagine light at the end of the tunnel. Yesterday, I had one of those days, where you wish you could bury yourself in a hole and never surface again. At the end of the day, I could feel a headache creeping up as I reluctantly pulled myself out of my hole and drove to the gym, planning to get an energetic BodyWorks class in. 2 miles from the gym, I was pulled over by a cop for running a red light. After explaining to him politely (oh, who am I kidding...I was batting my eyelids) that the light was yellow when I crossed it, he waved me away with a 'verbal warning'. Last thing I need right now is a traffic ticket!
Relieved, I reached the gym. With 5 minutes to go, I was changing out of work clothes and into workout clothes, when I noticed that the clothes I pulled out of my gym bag were smeared in random places with vaseline. My gym bag also doubles as Race bag, and I had thrown in a tub of vaseline 2 weeks ago, before the half marathon. Just perfect! I was tempted to just leave, take myself back home, lay on the couch and nurse my growing headache with a comforting cup of cardamom tea. But, we runners are made of sterner stuff. What would you running moms think about abandoning a workout for something as insignificant as a headache and a sticky sports bra? So, I slaved on, wiping, cleaning and rinsing the gooey mess off my clothes, reminding myself that things could always be worse. Thanks to the miraculous invention of moisture-wicking clothes, I was in the class a few minutes later, damp but quickly drying off.
The class was bursting at the seams, but my abs, hips, shoulders, hamstrings and quads got a solid workout. And DH had that cup of tea waiting when I finally got home, so it all ended well.
Monday: 5 miles + spinning
Tuesday: 4 miles + BodyWorks
Wednesday: 4 miles (hills) - Due to lack of proper coordination on my part, I missed my hill running buddy Glenn, and had to tackle the hills alone today. This time, I was ambitious. I picked the steep hill I had found a few weeks ago. This was no gentle, forgiving hill, no beginner hill. It was a busy local road with a narrow shoulder and no sidewalk. I did have my reflective vest (not that it did much good in broad daylight, but you can't be too cautious) and was prepared to dive into a bush if a car came too close (oh, did I mention...I had a choice between a narrow shoulder and a 10 foot gradual drop with bushes (that would break my fall) on one side of the road, and a very narrow to non-existent shoulder on the other side). I parked at the top of the hill and took off, facing traffic as I ran downhill. But it was nerve-wracking to hear cars speed by just inches away from me. Thankfully, no tree hugging was required. I reached the bottom of the 1.2-mile hill safe and sound.
Running uphill, I felt like all the running I have ever done so far was of no use and I had to relearn how to run again. I was breathing so hard I felt I was regurgitating my heart into my mouth. I adopted the Jeff Galloway method, with a 1:3 run-walk ratio. Three-fourths of the way up the hill, I decided to take a detour...one of the quieter (and flatter) side roads. Much better! By this time, my throat was getting prickly...I chalked it down to automobile fumes, though I could have been imagining it. There was no way I was going down and up the vicious hill again. So, I completed 1.6 miles on side roads, somehow managed to crawl up the remaining one-fourth of the hill and headed to my car, dusty, exhausted, and wondering how the hell you hill-runners do it!