Grinding to a Halt

I did the group run last night (Monday). I felt good to begin with, but trying to keep up wore me out about half way through. We probably only did 3-3.5 miles, but I had to walk a part of it right toward the end. I’m really looking forward to the day I can keep up.

Like I mentioned in my last blog, it’s probably time to take a bit of rest. Completely ignoring my own advice, I got up to run to work this morning, thinking an easy 6 wouldn’t be a big deal. More than once when I’ve been running to work, I’ve told myself that I can stop about half way through at Roslyn and take the Metro in if I need to. This is the first time I’ve taken myself up on the offer. I felt tired from my first step and it never got better. I'm sure the two Miller Lites and half a turkery burger that I called dinner last night, didn't make things better. I just was more into beer than solid food last night.

I knew the group would eventually get to the embarassing stories about bodily funcitons and running. I shared my story about peeing at the race on Sunday. There were a couple about other people and one embarassing admission about peeing on oneself during a race. Of course everyone made fun of that guy. To be honest, I've acutally considered it before. If I thought a portapotty line stood between me and Boston or a PR or any other goal, I'd be wet shorts all the way. I always have a pair of pants to change in after the race anyways. Though wet socks have to be factored into the equation. I think I'm most likely to go for a not so private, barely off the course squat. I've also done that (Cherry Blossom 2005 baby!).

So, I’ve been contemplating how to approach rest. Maybe I should take the rest of the week off or maybe I should try to get in another easy 6 and see how I feel next Monday. But now it looks like my regular Thursday girl’s night is going to be canceled, so I could make it for my first Thursday group run. So tempting. Maybe I could just make that Thursday run my only other run for the week.

In other running news, I found my watch. It’s actually the receiver to my first heart rate monitor. I had looked all over my apt for it on Sat and Sun. Turns out it was in the gym bag that I keep at work. Good thing, I have a replacement system(the Garmin, if it ever get’s sent back to me), but I doubt I could get another receiver for that odd brand, two year old heart rate monitor.

Also the weather here is lovely, if suddenly hot.