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March 30, 2008
guardedly
running (and other stuff) week:
M: 12.81mi bike (1hr)
T: zero aerobic (per husband's request: "please, just skip one day, ok?"); core strength
W: AM walk/run 20min, run 20min, w/r 20min, yay! PM: walk 3 miles; core strength
R: w/r 1mi, then run until 60 minutes is up (6.2mi total)
F: w/r 1mi, then run until 70 minutes is up (7.4mi total)
Sa: w/r 1mi, then run until 60 minutes is up (6.47mi total); core strength
Su: w/r 1mi, then run 17 miles including 2x[2mi @ MP, 1mi easy], 1x[1mi @ MP, 1mi easy]
total: 12.81mi bike, 3mi walk, 43.4mi run including the longest run since the marathon in December.
My hip/leg seemed to respond well to the non-running and then to the gradual re-intro to running. Doing the walk/run thing for the first mile really seems to help too. Yesterday's run was the closest to pain free in over a week, and I was pretty encouraged. Now I'm sitting here icing my hip and various parts of my leg, wondering if I really trashed myself today, or if this is just the usual post-long-run soreness settling into whatever part of my body is weak at the moment. It's been so long since I've had a real long run, I can't quite remember.
For the moment, I'm pretending I'm going to Cleveland in May.
In other news, I've moved another inch or so into the 21st century by buying an MP3 player! Of course, it's for the office, where I'll hook it up to these little tiny speaker so my client(s) can enjoy non-Enya, non-cosmic-energy-windchimes music during their massage(s). It's been a painful process: first I bought a refurbished iPod shuffle only to find it wasn't compatible with w2k, or rather iTunes wasn't compatible, or maybe Apple's exacting some kind of revenge because I hate their snarky Mac vs PC commercials. Anyway, my patience lasted about six hours before I returned the damn thing to overstock and bought an unknown-brand Chinese player that works just fine. Loaded it up with a bunch of various stuff I felt like listening to, excluding anything too punk or sad or atonal, or with the words "jesus" or "fuck" or overt sexual references. I'm listening to it all just to make sure the quality's ok, and it blows my mind: the player's better-quality than most of the stereos I had when I used to listen to music all the time, and listening to this stuff through headphones reminds me of listening to music high, back when I used to get high.
And I also remember one of the reasons why I hardly listen to music anymore: it transfixes me; I'm riveted; I can't tear my attention away. I can't get anything done. Just writing these sentences is a huge effort.
Oh, I love Robyn Hitchcock. I even forgive him for getting old...
Posted by joe positive at March 30, 2008 2:46 PM
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No Bad Religion or R. Kelly in your office, I take it.
Yeah, for getting back on the pony. I'm pretending you're coming to visit for now too, ok?
Posted by: Salty at March 31, 2008 1:45 PM