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March 19, 2006
Whining
The hygenist definitely lied to me when she said that this procedure wasn't all that bad. My mouth hurts. The stitches on my upper, outer gum are rubbing against the fleshy tissue that is the inside of my cheek. Whatever the dentist used to stitch feels like metal wire and it hurts. It feels like it is poking that soft, sensitive tissue. Add to that the fact that I can barely open my mouth and biting into food or chewing is pretty much off limits, one can determine that I've been pretty miserable lately.
Friday night was a tough night of not sleeping. I woke up at 2 in the morning and couldn't really get back to sleep. As a result of this, I was beat last night and went to bed early. I slept better than on Friday night and woke up on the late side this morning. I didn't wake up because I was rested; I woke up because I had to go to the bathroom. Realizing that it was later than I ought to be sleeping, I didn't go back to sleep and started on my day. It took a long time to be functional, and to be honest, I still feel like I could go to sleep. Eventually, I got myself into gear and went out to run.
The wind that seems to have been plaguing us all winter was still present this morning. According to the weather, it was 31 degrees but felt like the upper teens to low twenties with the wind. I determined that I was not going to be utterly lazy today and drive to run on the trail. My legs probably need to be on the softer (that is questionable, as it is frozen) surface to help in finishing recovery. Since the trail is right next to a river, a nice wind comes off it to keep you cold even when you're running.
I strapped on the heart rate monitor this morning to keep things very easy. One day last week J and I were talking about heart rate monitors and the wind. I had this idea that running into the wind affected my heart rate, but not so much for other people. He informed me that the monitor can be pretty useless in the wind since his heart rate goes way up whenever he runs into the wind. I take his word for all things heart rate monitor related since he swears by his. I only believe in using mine to keep things easy. Anyhow, since it was quite windy today, the thing was rather meaningless. I forced myself to putz along my regular Sunday route. Running so slowly felt more laborious than comfortable. My legs felt more tired trying to run slow, but since tomorrow night is a workout, I would rather take it easy today.
When I started to look at my log book, I realized that if I did a double today I would have 50 miles for the week. Then I evaluated where I am right now and decided that was one of the worst ideas ever. Real training resumes tomorrow, there is no reason to make my recovery week shorter. I still feel pretty crappy, nose-wise. Tomorrow's workout is rather low-key, I don't think that I'm really going to time the intervals. I may take a few peeks, but given my experience last year it may not be the kind of workout where I really want to know what the intervals are. If only I can be so disciplined when it actually happens.
Posted by Blondie at March 19, 2006 04:56 PM