Last week, I ran 5 days out of 7.
You can probably guess that my knee has been feeling a lot better. Except for the little “click” I keep hearing on the opposite knee every time I walk down stairs. But it doesn’t hurt, so I’m going to ignore it. In fact I think it might be gone today.
Now that I have run my goal of 10 km (okay, so only once, but still, I did it!), I feel like I need to set another goal. While I fully intend on running that 10 km again, I want to improve my endurance. Before all the injuries set in, I was running 5 km at a steady pace, with no walking. I know that running:walking is a common practice for even the long distance runners, but there is still a small part of me that thinks that if I call myself a runner, I should be able to run a distance, you know? Must be that type-A personality coming through.
Last week, I drove to the waterfront and had a fabulous run on the boardwalk. I don’t know if it was the scenery that helped, but I found some energy the last kilometer and had my fastest kilometer in quite some time! I was so excited. I even had my first negative split!
So, the last couple of runs, I have changed things up a bit (yet again!). I ran the first kilometer straight, it was about 7.5 minutes. Then I walked for a minute. Then I ran the next kilometer straight, then walked for a minute. Repeat x 4 km. I have no idea if this is even a thing, but there you have it. After two runs like that, my legs were feeling the strain.
Being the good girl that I am, I took the last 2 days off. My legs needed it. I was really tempted to run last night, but I didn’t. Partly because I was so damn tired, but mostly because I was too busy eating these little guys.
So, of course after eating far too many of these cookies, I really felt like I needed a run, but instead I sat my butt down on the couch and cross stitched for the rest of the evening. I had every intention of waking up this morning and going for a run. I don’t work on Mondays and thought it would be good to get the run out of the way and before it got too hot. Yeah, well, it didn’t happen.
I blame the cookies.