Yesterday I woke up and was a bit sour on my usual training schedule. I mean, I’d just run FIVE MILES two days earlier…why should I have to run another three miles 48 hours later?? But, I’m one of those annoying people who feels the need to Stick To The Plan, so off I went on my three mile run at 7:30am.
I was excited, because the temps were pretty good compared to some of my past runs–only about 62 degrees. I’ll take that over 75 any day! As I began to run, I was feeling really good…my pace was sub-10, and I didn’t feel at all like I was over-exerting myself. This led me to decide that I was going to shoot to have all three of my splits (aka, miles) be sub-10. As good as I felt, I thought, “That’ll be a breeze!”
Well, “breeze” was probably the key word, because when I turned around at mile 1.5 and headed back north, I was hit with said breeze full force. Holy crap! I knew it wasn’t a very strong wind, but when you’re running straight into it, even a slight wind can make it feel like you’re running through a pool. I guess I’d figured out why the first mile and a half seemed so effortless. 😛
This turned out to be one of my hardest runs to date, believe it or not. I really, really struggled toward the end, but of course, because I had set my goal to be sub-10 for all three splits, I couldn’t not try for it. Every step there at the end felt really hard, and when I finally got to the three-mile mark, I walked into the house, staggered through the kitchen and dining room, and collapsed on the coach while DS#1 brought me a glass of ice water. (He was supposed to have it ready for me when I got home, but I guess I got home faster than he expected, lol!)
Here is how my splits ended up.
Look at that, sub-10 for all three miles! I really worked for it, though. Here’s is one of the wind gusts I saw when I got home.
I swear, it felt like it was 20 mph, but I guess it was only in the 10 mph range. It got more windy as the day went on, so I was glad I’d done my run early.
I was not overly excited about my usual Monday weigh-in, since I had been travelling all weekend, and travel = bad food most of the time. My menu for the weekend consisted of: breakfast at iHop with mom on Friday for 17 points; Mexican with my dad’s side of the family Friday night; party food on Saturday night, including…
I love lemon stuff, especially as a dessert. I may or may not have had two of these on Saturday. (Though I did only have a bit of the frosting, since it had a lemon creme filling inside and that was more than enough lemon for me.) Sunday I had another point-heavy Starbucks biscotti, but I did take it easy with healthy Subway on the way home. Sunday afternoon I took DS#1 to a hockey clinic (poor kid–he was exhausted after the busy weekend!), and I went easy for dinner Sunday night with chicken quesadillas on the grill.
After all that, I must admit I was surprised with the results of my weigh-in:
I lost sixth tenths of a pound! Not bad for a weekend where I had every manner of bad food imaginable. 😉 Last night, I decided to go healthy and also easy: I scoured the Internet until I found a quick, easy chicken pasta recipe that would incorporate the leftover grilled chicken from Sunday night’s quesadillas. I modified a recipe I found at AllRecipes.com to make this:
My modifications included nixing the broccoli (which I’m not a huge fan of) and adding in diced green pepper and onion. I also used fresh basil instead of dried, because that’s what I had, and I used red wine vinegar. Mine has mostaccoli instead of spiral pasta as well. I think my version is better than the one linked…plus, my picture is way prettier. 😉 It was a great summery kind of meal, cool and light and crunchy. In fact, I had the leftovers for dinner again tonight!
The boys and I went for a 15-minute bike ride tonight. Not the 45 minutes of cross-training I was supposed to do, but when you get home at 6:15 and still have to feed two kids and get to bed early, that’s what you get. 😛
Oh, and one final thought–the iPod mentioned last week is not responding well to treatment. 🙁 I feared that the rice bath would not be able to save it, since it went through an entire wash cycle. I am not “pulling the plug” just yet, but it’s not looking good. DS#1 already knows that he is not getting another one anytime soon, so I think he is resigned to the inevitable. I hate disappointing him, but rules are rules!!
Thanks for reading!
Gotta stick to your guns mama!! Remember Christmas isn’t that far off, so maybe that could be part of his Christmas gift this year?
But Christmas is such a long way away…!! 😉
By the way I am SOOOO PROUD of you that you have stuck to the walking and now to the running!!
Thanks, babe!! Love ya!