First Run In A While

I ran 3.6 miles today. It wasn't that fun and it felt really hard. I guess that happens when you didn't run for a while and you don't have the greatest stamina in the world.

Monday Run, Tuesday Rest

So Monday night (last night) I went running. I was only planning on running 2.5 to 3 miles. But when 2.5 miles came, I kept going. When 3 miles came, I kept going. When 3.5 miles came, I kept going.

In fact I kept going to the point where I ran 4.8 miles... my second longest run ever. I actually felt fine, except for my hip flexors and glutes. They were feeling really strained by the end of my run. Obviously they aren't in shape for running that far yet. but the only way to get them into that kind of shape is to run that far.

Afterward, I felt good. I was tired, obviously, but I didn't feel like I was beat up like when I ran 4miles two Saturdays ago.

This morning when I woke up, I was definitely sore. My calves and butt especially. The funny thing is, though, that I enjoy that feeling. It let's me know I'm doing the right thing.

No Running Over the Weekend

January was in St. George (actually Hurricane), UT visiting Staci for the past week. I drove up on Saturday with the intention of taking them back home the same day and running 5 miles on Sunday. We didn't leave until Sunday. After 7 hours of driving with 3 small kids, I wasn't in any mood to run.

So total mileage for the week was 9.5 miles.

Frigid Running

This morning I ran 2.5 miles and it sucked. It was so cold. When I finished my run, my face was stinging from the cold. My upper lip and nose were in some serious pain. I don't know why it was so cold, but that was no fun.

Tomorrow, I drive up to Utah to get January and the kids. My goal is to drive back tomorrow as well. Sunday, I'll go for my big 4.5 - 5 mile run.

4 Miles Yesterday and Off Today

Last night I was in no mood to run. In fact, I really tried to talk myself out of it. But luckily, the warrior in me overpowered the wimp and I dressed up and stretched for my run. When I first started out, I was proud of the fact that I, in a sense, beat myself by running. I didn't want to and forced myself to go do it. My goal of running a marathon is too real to me, so I can't wimp out.

I ran four miles last night. Only the 3rd time in my life I've run at least four miles. It really wasn't that bad. At about 3.2 miles, I had to push myself through the wall, but I actually broke through the wall quickly and ran hard for the last 0.3 miles.

When finished, I didn't feel like I was beat down like on Saturday. All in all, a very good run. I felt good.

I planned on running tonight, just 2.5 miles, but I went out over to my dad's to hang out. They live over by University of Phoenix Stadium, which is on the opposite side of the valley from where I live.

I'll wake up early in the morning for a short run. Saturday, I plan on running 4.5 to 5 miles, preferably 5 miles. We'll see.