Today is the day. I have to run at least six more miles today if I'm going to beat last month's total of 57 miles. Although rain is in the weather forecast, I won't let it keep me from finishing my self-imposed challenge.
And just to spice it up, I plan to run those six miles on the track in the form of 800-meter intervals.
I could have been done with these miles sooner had I not been traveling for business Tuesday and Wednesday, going where the only "local" beer to be had was a Shiner Bock. And not even on draft.
My arrival time on Tuesday was not conducive to running. Instead, I packed my stretchy bands and planned to do some cross training in my hotel room.
First, I did some of them twisty yoga moves I learned to warm up. Then I did three sets each of stretchy curls, push-ups, bicycle crunches, leg lifts, lunges and calf extensions.
The calf extensions were especially amusing because I didn't have a good raised ledge to hang my heels off of, so I climbed up on the hotel chest of draws for Viper-approved AIR calf extensions. Amazingly, my bare toes did not slip from the edge and I did not egregiously injure myself.
I finished up with some more yoga-ish moves to stretch and cool down. All said and done, a pretty good workout.
I returned home Wednesday right around dinner time. I wanted to run, but I needed to enjoy some quality time on the couch and a rare steak with Gorgonzola cheese melted on top. And enjoy I did.
However, you may not know this, but steak before a run does not make for a happy gastrointestinal tract during a run. For the first two miles I was farting up a storm and blaming it on the squirrels. But then I felt if I let go another one that I'd be breaking more than just wind.
The rest of the run was an exercise in bloated pacing. And clenching.
I finished my four miles with a decent pace (8:49 per mile), but my stomach needed the rest of the night to settle. So I had a La Fin du Monde and returned prostrate on the couch.
Home again, home again, twiddly diddly dee. Hiccup.