I’d like to think I’m getting back into the swing of things here. Back to work and my normal schedule there, back to coaching, back to working out, back to life.
My workouts are slowly starting to take shape. I’m still unhappy with all evening workouts. I miss swimming with the tri club and I miss running in the early morning, before the sun comes up and the rest of the world is asleep. But I’ll live. Monday I was determined to run. I went right to the gym after track practice and it was soooo busy. I hate that my most convenient time to work out is 530pm most days. I ended up waiting for over ten minutes to get a treadmill. And when my time is limited and sacred, that’s a huge waste of time.
I would run outside, I prefer to run outside, but 530pm is rush hour. last time I ran outside during evening rush hour I almost got hit by a car three times, all of which I had the right of way. And that was when it was still light out at 530 in the evening. It’s pitch black out now that time of night. It’s just too dangerous.
So I wait over ten minutes for a treadmill and a minute or two into my run I realize my watch is set to record in meters. Oops. I had been measuring out some distances for my track kiddos. So I’m running and attempting to change the metrics on my watch at the same time. Difficult. Annnnd my footpod went crazy. I only ran two miles according to the treadmill, but I ran 2.23 according to my footpod, which also had me at a 8:57 pace. Nope. Nopenopenope. I am not that fast right now. Not even close. So now in the dark and cold at some point I need to recalibrate that. Annnnnd a few minutes into my run I was hurting. But not in my calves, but my right ankle. All of it was sore, but not the good kind of sore, like legit hurting. It was almost as if I had done something to sprain it, that’s what it felt like, and the repetitive pounding made it worse. So my three mile run turned into two. So much working against me in one short workout.
Tuesday I hit up spinning and it was fine and good and fun. My ankle starting twinging a bit around the end, but no real pain. But I did manage to spend Wednesday in pain. Really, what is happening to me!?
So because of my weird, phantom ankle pain, my plan to just run with my kids during practice slipped away and instead I left practice in the hands of Coach K, my co-coach, and I went to watch a few of my kids’ basketball games. No gym for me. I want my ankle to not hurt. I have no idea what I did. I think my body just legitimately hates me. I will be going to spinning tonight though. No if ands or buts about it.
I feel like teaching is 100x more time consuming than my job at the Council and even though it’s been a few months, I’m still trying to find my groove here. I know I will, I will get there. I think I need to sign up for something. The only race left on my docket is the It’s A Wonderful Run 5k in two weeks, then after that, nothing. Having nothing planned is very strange for me, so maybe a little race motivation is what I need. Nothing too crazy, maybe some sort of mid winter/early spring 15k or something. Suggestions welcome.
My life; it is crazy, it is busy, it is full of life and joy and fun and work and success, triumph and sometimes failure, spirit and effort and love and everything in betweem. And I imagine it will only continue to evolve and get better. The new year is creeping up on us, and it’s going to be a great one, I believe it.
Best workout you’ve had so far this week? Or do you one you’re excited about?
Suggestions for mid winter/early spring races?