Hey, guess what’s still totally worked over after last Sunday’s half? Here’s a hint: it’s not my legs.
When will I ever learn to get better about core and upper body work? Um, maybe never? Because I know I complain frequently on this blog about how much I suck at strength training. Sorry for sounding like a broken record.
On my easy run today, my legs felt jolly and ready to roll. But my arms were ready to call it quits thirty minutes in. Like: it was work to just keep them gently swinging along at a 90-degree angle. And also, my whole torso felt like it got hit by a freighter.
I remember feeling like this after Chicago Marathon last fall. And of course I made the requisite vows to lift more weights and do more planks.
You can see how well that’s worked out.
Yeah, I know what I need to do. It’s just a matter of doing it. Grumble.
As much as I hate lifting weights, you know what I hate more? Not being able to run very far because of the limitations of my arms. That is sad.
Speaking of sad…
I swear, if I could put half as much effort in to running as I do in to looking completely miserable, I’d be a whole lot faster.
(Also, Brightroom, if perhaps you could position one of your photographers at mile four, where I look fresh and fabulous, then perhaps I’d consider purchasing one of your photos rather than snatching them for my blog. Until then….)
Today’s EAT: Time for a Big Ass Salad!
Greens, shredded chicken, red onions, jack cheese, cashews and butter-fried bananas. (OMG.) With a chili-lime vinaigrette.
Today’s DRINK: A while back, I reviewed a $4 Cab from Three Wishes that was surprisingly decent. So I was optimistic about the brand’s Chardonnay.
Eh. It’s drinkable, but barely. For $3, I guess it would make a good cooking wine or punch component. But I think next time I’ll shell out a few extra bucks for something a little easier on the palate.
Today’s RUN: 6.5 miles easy, right around 9:00 pace. Yawn.
Today’s QUESTION: It’s almost the freakin’ weekend! Any exciting plans? I’d thought I might jump in a 5K race this Saturday, but as of now I’m passing on it. Running fast just doesn’t feel possible right now. Stupid dead-worm arms.