so, this weekend we surprised my father in law with a trip out to visit them in wyoming for his birthday- fun, fun. i was a little stressed about how to fit in my long run since running in frozen evanston didn't exactly sound like a good idea. clint, being the supportive hubby he is set up the treadmill for me saturday morning in the basement (which was FREEZING) so i could squeeze in a little run before we headed out the door for all of our saturday festivities. i was nervous about running 5 miles at 7,000 feet compared to my normal sea level running, and didn't have much time, so i only ran 4 miles. i thought about making up that extra mile this week, but i have completely justified that running at that altitude is basically equivalent (at least my body thinks so) to running twice as far. i did make pretty good time (so the treadmill says) - about 35 min for 4 miles. i started wondering if the treadmill was a little off since my fastest 4 miles to date was 37 min, but hey - i don't mind tricking myself into thinking i was practically flying. to prove just how fast i ran, that same lovely supportive husband of earlier mention thought it would be a good idea to sneak up behind me and snap a few:
so speedy...
staring at that blank wall was oh so interesting...
'bout scared me half to death when i sensed someone behind me and turned around to see him clicking away. the little rascal.
since we didn't get in until about 11:30 last night (and i got very little sleep all weekend due to a very unhappy teething baby) i had no intention of getting up early to go running this morning. whenever i decide to put it off, i always regret it because then i dread it all day. tonight was not so bad however. i waited until clint got home and ran on up to the track to get in my 4 miles. about 2 miles in amy joined me and kept me at a good pace. i'm not such a conversationalist when i run - you know, not being able to breathe and all. but, it sure does make the time go by when you run with someone else. with about a mile left a man in his 50's who had been doing interval training the whole time i was there came up behind us and started making conversation. at first i was worried that he was going to try and hit on us (picture two breastfeeding moms jogging along in tank tops - helllllooo...) but turns out he was just a friendly runner-type. he asked what we were training for and turns out he is running the boston marathon for the second time in a couple of weeks. it was entertaining to listen to his tips and tricks and loved hearing him talk about his addiction to running and how many races he has done and where he has ran (he'll be in germany running another marathon in the fall). it was kind of cool to once again feel somewhat part of a club that i never thought i had a shot at being in. obviously, this guy is like the president, and i am like the scum, but still - felt good to even have something to talk about. anywho-- the 4 miles took about 41 min. the dude kept us at about a 9:30 min/mile pace according to his GPS watch, and amazingly i didn't feel like i was gonna die. i did however feel the effects of not stretching this weekend. speaking of, i'd better go stretch before i regret it tomorrow...
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