Not running makes me feel lazy
Oops… almost ran out of gas yesterday on the way to work. I hate stopping for gas. I wish my tank would just magically fill up. I would even pay a premium price for this magic service.
The dash says I have 3 miles left, but that is questionable because my car has a 14 gallon tank and it took 13.9 gallons. Hallelujah that I did not have to get out and push my way to the gas station.
That was the good news… the not so good news …
My running coach put this note on my training calendar:
Part of having a running coach involves being completely honest about what happens during my workouts. That means I had to tell my coach that my knee was throbbing towards the end of my otherwise amazing 11-miler and that it hurt on Sunday too.
I knew that telling her that would probably mean extra rest days this week.
I know that she’s just trying to help me stay away from any long-lasting injuries.
I know that listening to her is the right thing to do, but it still stinks!
It especially stinks because today my knee is feeling 100% better. I can bend it with no problems at all.
I’m sure the extra rest day(s) will help it heal much better than if I went running tonight, but I really wish I could go for a short run before The Mindy Project <– my favorite Tues. night routine.
Not running just makes me feel lazy. Especially since I’m not even supposed to cross train.
Well, there is one small type of cross training that I will still do because Cecil depends on me to do it! You see, I am his training partner. He chases me around the kitchen in circles. Every fourth lap around the kitchen he gets one tasty dental treat : ).
Four laps around the kitchen = 1 cat mile.
I am trying to increase his endurance which is not very good.
What do you do when you’re forced to take a complete rest day?
Least favorite errand?
– Getting gas and carrying groceries from the car. Adam and I have a one-trip rule meaning we have to carry everything in one trip. It’s a good workout… especially when we decide to take the stairs and walk up three stories carrying the heavy bags.