It started with our drive to TN, which was mostly uneventful. Until the end. We'd spent so much time worrying about how the weather would be in Atlanta on Saturday, that we didn't really focus on Friday evening weather in TN. It wasn't pretty. There were tornadoes touching down a few hours before we got in, and sadly my friend's parents even lost their home. It was heartbreaking, and a good bit scary. But we pressed on, assuming it would all be north of us once we got there. As we were almost there, we started getting our phones blasted by people telling us to find a hiding place, that hail storms and tornadoes were heading straight for us. Unfortunately there was nowhere for us to hide, so we hoped for the best. And we got it. We hit some ridiculously hard rain and some light hail for about five minutes. But the hail wasn't the golfball stuff our friends had told us, simply small ones that annoyed the kids because it made the dvd player hard to hear. We stopped for a second, but then the rain disappeared. We made it to my in-law's house, and we found out that the hail went around us from south to north and a tornado went around us from west to east. Needless to say, we felt very blessed that night!
The next morning we got up early to go run from zombies. The rain was still bad in GA, so we left the kids with family and made it an adult thing. We got there on strange back roads filled with graveyards, which was slightly creepy. One road actually went from paved to dirt so fast that we feared our lives for a moment! But we made it, and immediately got covered with mud upon stepping out of the car. But the rain stopped right before hubby's heat ran, and I watched the zombies attack random people with my friend's hubby. Pretty neat stuff!
|Zombies love mud, apparently.|
We drove home reliving zombie moments, and the kids barely even cared when we came in. Apparently they had a day of Dr. Seuss festivals and playgrounds, so we were way too boring to be bothered with.
The next morning, I set out for my long run. I was scheduled for 16 miles, but with my slight ankle weakness during the week, I was fearing that it wouldn't happen. So I went to a 2-mile loop ready for a boring but safe run. And I made it all 16 miles!!! I actually wanted to go farther, but I knew that family was waiting for me to finish. My pace was slow, but I don't care. I made it, it felt great, and I've had no recovery soreness. I had minor ankle pain from miles 10-12, but otherwise I ran with ease and comfort. It was a huge improvement over the strained 15-miler two weeks before. Just one week of focusing on cross training made a world of difference. So next time I start to feel defeated and overworked, I'll hit my mat harder and not feel one bit bad about logging less miles for the week.
As for this week, I've moved up to short runs of five miles, which is crazy to me. I remember struggling for months to make it to five miles! And if lazy ol' me can do it, I know that those of you who feel "stuck" at 3-4 miles can totally do it too. It's the hardest transition, in my opinion. Once you hit that five, you can go as far as you have the patience for.
So for now, I'm trying to embrace my slowness, do calmer treadmill runs (I'm calling it Zen Running, hehe), and hit my PiYo cross training much harder. I'm eating healthier and my appetite is actually changing. With better food, I'm wanting to eat less often. And my obsession with sweets is going away as I eat less of them. I've even managed to ignore Girl Scout cookies for weeks now! Which means the horrible--yes folks, ski lifts have finally been installed in hell. But hey, skiing is healthy, right!?