5.01 miles 1:05:20 13:02 pace 5:45 pm 93 degrees
Mother. Freaking. Hot.
There should be a dedicated elevator in my building for those of us who are post-exercise. I feel a little embarrassed when I'm riding with one of my neighbors and I'm wearing eau de sweat. Today I rode up with two very handsome, very European, very nicely dressed gentlemen. All I could do was smile and try not to drip.
On the mileage front, I'm right on track. Although I wasn't going to sign up for any sanctioned races, I'm feeling less than 100% motivated so I have a bib for a 30K run on December 15th. That fits in with my training schedule and to get out there and run that many miles in one day (unsupported) is asking a lot of me. It was 60 bucks but I'm not exactly out there spending tons of cash wining and dining lately.
Speaking of food. I'm craving fruit. Meat - not so much. I need to up my protein intake and I'm going to have to work on that. I had a few (6?) almonds when I got in from tonight's run. I'm drinking Gatorade on ice. I have no idea what I'll have for dinner.
Must plan better. (Yes, I have plenty of greek yogurt, almond milk, hummus. I'm really not hungry.) Scrambled eggs may be the winner tonight. Lots of veggies in the fridge. I know I can't exist on fruits and veg. I have a feeling the heat is what is knocking my appetite out.
What I'd give for a cool front.
©Michelle Scofield, September 25, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Tough Tuesday
5:30 pm 3.03 miles 37:26 12:26 pace 94 degrees
(Yesterday was cross-training. I worked abs with a yoga DVD here at home. No where near as much fun as taking a class but I'm feeling sore - in all the right places - today. It felt like a good workout and having taken so many yoga classes, I was able to follow the cues.)
Today's run was a bit of a letdown after the lovely weather this weekend. I felt like I was plodding along and had to fight myself to finish that 3rd mile and not call it quits after 2.
I've said it so many times. Anyone can do this. It's not physical. It's mental.
No day felt more so than today. And it was only 3 miles.
But I'm done and I'm sipping my gatorade.
Here's to you, my supporters. I appreciate your comments (and your private emails and texts). You're a big part of what keeps me going. Cheers!
©Michelle Scofield, September 24, 2013 All Rights Reserved
(Yesterday was cross-training. I worked abs with a yoga DVD here at home. No where near as much fun as taking a class but I'm feeling sore - in all the right places - today. It felt like a good workout and having taken so many yoga classes, I was able to follow the cues.)
Today's run was a bit of a letdown after the lovely weather this weekend. I felt like I was plodding along and had to fight myself to finish that 3rd mile and not call it quits after 2.
I've said it so many times. Anyone can do this. It's not physical. It's mental.
No day felt more so than today. And it was only 3 miles.
But I'm done and I'm sipping my gatorade.
Here's to you, my supporters. I appreciate your comments (and your private emails and texts). You're a big part of what keeps me going. Cheers!
©Michelle Scofield, September 24, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Breathing Macy's
7:15 am 68 degrees 5:02 miles 1:02 12:21 pace
I've been waivering. Seeing the number of miles on the Hal Higdon Intermediate schedule versus the Novice II schedule was a shock. The difference is this additional 5 miles on the weekend. The weather report pushed me on over. I've been craving cooler weather.
I need to test myself - to push a little harder.
I was aware that there would be a building implosion downtown. The news said there wouldn't be a lot of dust. When I stepped onto Almeda, there was a moderate wind blowing from the north and I looked toward downtown. I saw a giant gray cloud rising in that area but it seemed to be fairly stationary. It didn't remain that way.
Today my route took me through the Hermann Park Golf course, past Miller Outdoor Theatre, around the Rice University Trail and back home - in one big circle. By the time I crossed Main Street, the air was filled with a fine grit and my eyes were burning. The dust cloud from what used to be Macy's had made it's way to the Med Center.
It's blown through now. This is just part of living in a big city and I'll happily take the bad along with the good.
I suppose I could have waited until a little later in the day to go for a run. But then I wouldn't have accomplished all this by noon:
laundry done
floors swept and mopped
turkey, veggie, and quinoa meatloaf baked and divided up for lunches next week
turkey spaghetti sauce simmering for dinner tonight
dishes washed and kitchen cleaned
blog entry about to be wrapped up
Happy Sunday.
(And Happy Birthday to my loving and awesome son. He's absolutely the best. Absolutely.)
©Michelle Scofield, September 22, 2013 All Rights Reserved
I've been waivering. Seeing the number of miles on the Hal Higdon Intermediate schedule versus the Novice II schedule was a shock. The difference is this additional 5 miles on the weekend. The weather report pushed me on over. I've been craving cooler weather.
I need to test myself - to push a little harder.
I was aware that there would be a building implosion downtown. The news said there wouldn't be a lot of dust. When I stepped onto Almeda, there was a moderate wind blowing from the north and I looked toward downtown. I saw a giant gray cloud rising in that area but it seemed to be fairly stationary. It didn't remain that way.
Today my route took me through the Hermann Park Golf course, past Miller Outdoor Theatre, around the Rice University Trail and back home - in one big circle. By the time I crossed Main Street, the air was filled with a fine grit and my eyes were burning. The dust cloud from what used to be Macy's had made it's way to the Med Center.
It's blown through now. This is just part of living in a big city and I'll happily take the bad along with the good.
I suppose I could have waited until a little later in the day to go for a run. But then I wouldn't have accomplished all this by noon:
laundry done
floors swept and mopped
turkey, veggie, and quinoa meatloaf baked and divided up for lunches next week
turkey spaghetti sauce simmering for dinner tonight
dishes washed and kitchen cleaned
blog entry about to be wrapped up
Happy Sunday.
(And Happy Birthday to my loving and awesome son. He's absolutely the best. Absolutely.)
©Michelle Scofield, September 22, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Trucks
8.21 miles 1:46:00 9:10 am 72 degrees 12:55 pace
It rained (gently) the first 20 minutes of my run. I was prepared to face it and had decided to take most of it on pavement. My route today was: Almeda to Hermann, over to Binz/Bissonett, up to Ashby, across to the Rice trail. I ran around Rice, back to Bissonett, then over to Hermann Park, around the golf course, and home.
2 themes.
Puddles and Trucks.
I jumped over puddles. I ran around puddles. I did my best to avoid them. Some, I simply couldn't. Last night it rained like crazy in this neighborhood and it hasn't soaked in yet. The Rice path was a muddy mess.
I saw trucks I haven't noticed before. The one from Hotel Za Za that is a (what?) Hummer with longhorns on the front. I guess it's their limo. I think I'd take a cab. :)
I saw a double decker bus giving a tour of the museum district. It was a hop-on/hop-off number like they have by the thousands in London. I had no idea they were operating in Houston.
Some bubba had his pickup blocking the sidewalk in The Village. It was in front of one of those McMansions. Guess he hasn't gotten that far in his lessons about money buying class.
Rounding my last big curve at Hermann Park, I came upon a tree service truck spraying something from a massive tank onto standing water on the ground. I had a decision to make. The worker was gloved. I can't remember if he was masked. There was a little breeze. I was almost dead on my feet and if I turned around, I would add another mile to my run. I decided to sprint past him and hold my breath. A good way past him was an older couple with a little girl in a stroller. They were stopped and seemed to be discussing what to do. I stopped to talk to them. I told them I didn't know what he was spraying. They decided to turn around and go back the way they came. I'm really glad they did. Bone marrow is precious - as was their little girl. (Who knows if the stuff was hazardous to humans?)
Last truck. I arrived home and a food truck was parked in front of my place. The Waffle Truck. I stopped to talk to a couple of my neighbors who were sitting on the steps and enjoying lunch. It smelled wonderful. I happened to have my mini-credit card with me. (I carry it with me on long runs in case I need to stop and buy a bottle of water.) So...I had a waffle and chicken sandwich. Yummo!
I took a hot bath with epson salts. I took a nap.
And now, I'll see what else Saturday has to offer.
Happy Weekend!
©Michelle Scofield, September 21, 2013 All Rights Reserved
It rained (gently) the first 20 minutes of my run. I was prepared to face it and had decided to take most of it on pavement. My route today was: Almeda to Hermann, over to Binz/Bissonett, up to Ashby, across to the Rice trail. I ran around Rice, back to Bissonett, then over to Hermann Park, around the golf course, and home.
2 themes.
Puddles and Trucks.
I jumped over puddles. I ran around puddles. I did my best to avoid them. Some, I simply couldn't. Last night it rained like crazy in this neighborhood and it hasn't soaked in yet. The Rice path was a muddy mess.
I saw trucks I haven't noticed before. The one from Hotel Za Za that is a (what?) Hummer with longhorns on the front. I guess it's their limo. I think I'd take a cab. :)
I saw a double decker bus giving a tour of the museum district. It was a hop-on/hop-off number like they have by the thousands in London. I had no idea they were operating in Houston.
Some bubba had his pickup blocking the sidewalk in The Village. It was in front of one of those McMansions. Guess he hasn't gotten that far in his lessons about money buying class.
Rounding my last big curve at Hermann Park, I came upon a tree service truck spraying something from a massive tank onto standing water on the ground. I had a decision to make. The worker was gloved. I can't remember if he was masked. There was a little breeze. I was almost dead on my feet and if I turned around, I would add another mile to my run. I decided to sprint past him and hold my breath. A good way past him was an older couple with a little girl in a stroller. They were stopped and seemed to be discussing what to do. I stopped to talk to them. I told them I didn't know what he was spraying. They decided to turn around and go back the way they came. I'm really glad they did. Bone marrow is precious - as was their little girl. (Who knows if the stuff was hazardous to humans?)
Last truck. I arrived home and a food truck was parked in front of my place. The Waffle Truck. I stopped to talk to a couple of my neighbors who were sitting on the steps and enjoying lunch. It smelled wonderful. I happened to have my mini-credit card with me. (I carry it with me on long runs in case I need to stop and buy a bottle of water.) So...I had a waffle and chicken sandwich. Yummo!
I took a hot bath with epson salts. I took a nap.
And now, I'll see what else Saturday has to offer.
Happy Weekend!
©Michelle Scofield, September 21, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Life's a Beach
3.33 Miles 42:21 12:45 pace 5:15 pm 84 degrees and raining
I was looking forward to this all day. I imagined the rain cooling my skin. I had my visor so I could wear my glasses. I'd already decided to wear my current running shoes. They would dry out and it's just not worth trying to deal with heel pain secondary to a shoe switch.
I headed across the street to the park. It seemed I had the place to myself. Almost. I came across 3 other runners, 1 guy walking his dog, and 2 crazy bike riders.
It wasn't ridiculously hot.
Here's the thing. Have you ever run on wet sand at the beach?
Yeah, it was like that. I sank in and pushed off on...
Every. Single. Step.
My butt began to ache after the first mile.
I zigged and zagged across the trail, tightroping on curbing when I couldn't hurdle-jump the biggest puddles.
Great workout.
Happy Thursday. Tomorrow is my rest day. Rest from running. I'm super-thrilled that it's the end of the work week. Super. Thrilled.
Super!
That's pretty darned thrilled.
©Michelle Scofield, September 19, 2013 All Rights Reserved
I was looking forward to this all day. I imagined the rain cooling my skin. I had my visor so I could wear my glasses. I'd already decided to wear my current running shoes. They would dry out and it's just not worth trying to deal with heel pain secondary to a shoe switch.
I headed across the street to the park. It seemed I had the place to myself. Almost. I came across 3 other runners, 1 guy walking his dog, and 2 crazy bike riders.
It wasn't ridiculously hot.
Here's the thing. Have you ever run on wet sand at the beach?
Yeah, it was like that. I sank in and pushed off on...
Every. Single. Step.
My butt began to ache after the first mile.
I zigged and zagged across the trail, tightroping on curbing when I couldn't hurdle-jump the biggest puddles.
Great workout.
Happy Thursday. Tomorrow is my rest day. Rest from running. I'm super-thrilled that it's the end of the work week. Super. Thrilled.
Super!
That's pretty darned thrilled.
©Michelle Scofield, September 19, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Rounded Up to Five
4.91 miles 5:30 pm 1:05 13:14 pace 90 degrees
Good grief! It's hot. I carried a bottle of water with me and I wanted to quit about a hundred times.
Today was another wildly busy day at work. The temptation was to pass on tonight's mileage. I'm really trying, here. Being on my feet from 7:30 to 4:00 (with a half hour break for lunch) makes me think, "You already exercised." Nah, not really.
I know these things:
The weather will break - someday.
The clinic schedule will let up. Maybe.
There's always the weekend.
Happy Wednesday.
©Michelle Scofield, September 18, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Good grief! It's hot. I carried a bottle of water with me and I wanted to quit about a hundred times.
Today was another wildly busy day at work. The temptation was to pass on tonight's mileage. I'm really trying, here. Being on my feet from 7:30 to 4:00 (with a half hour break for lunch) makes me think, "You already exercised." Nah, not really.
I know these things:
The weather will break - someday.
The clinic schedule will let up. Maybe.
There's always the weekend.
Happy Wednesday.
©Michelle Scofield, September 18, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Here We Go!
3.01 miles 36:26 12:06 pace 91 degrees
My Hal Higdon Marathon Training has officially started. Last night was cross-training. Planks, kettle bells, pushups.
Today it's hot as hell but I needed to get out there. Missing the first run on the spreadsheet would have felt defeating. Currently, I'm not open to defeat.
No speed-racing with the temp and humidity as high as it is. I'm easing my way into this. My sincere desire is to get through this training without injury or illness.
Happy Tuesday! I'm looking forward to the rest of the week.
©Michelle Scofield, September 17, 2013 All Rights Reserved
My Hal Higdon Marathon Training has officially started. Last night was cross-training. Planks, kettle bells, pushups.
Today it's hot as hell but I needed to get out there. Missing the first run on the spreadsheet would have felt defeating. Currently, I'm not open to defeat.
No speed-racing with the temp and humidity as high as it is. I'm easing my way into this. My sincere desire is to get through this training without injury or illness.
Happy Tuesday! I'm looking forward to the rest of the week.
©Michelle Scofield, September 17, 2013 All Rights Reserved
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