Run: 3 miles at 6.5 miles per hour
Distance: 3.0 miles
Time: 27:45
Performance Stats (out of 5 ★)
Legs: ★ ★ .5
Gut: ★ ★ ★ .5
Energy ★ ★ ★
Mind: ★ ★ ★ .5
Overall: ★ ★ ★ .5
Soundtrack: The Crystal Method Radio, Pandora
Not gonna lie - I woke up a little sore this morning from Sunday's 6.7 mile run. Butt, hamstrings, knees, left ankle. All a good sign that I am not at the same level of conditioning as when I left my 3 x / week training last fall. On the flip side, it looks like we are back at it, and in a few weeks, I think that all of my training will be back on the road and trails.
So this St. Patrick's Day started off in an interesting way. You ever have those early mornings where you wake up right at the end of a sleep cycle, and you are perfectly awake? Sometimes on the weekends you will actually go back to sleep because it's too early, and then when you wake up the next time you are all sorts of groggy, and you wish you had gotten up in the first place. Well, that was about 3:50 AM this morning.
I knew that I had to be close to 4:00 AM, since I could tell that I had slept for some time. I was lying there wondering if I should try to fall back a sleep or check to see what time it was when the alarm clock went off. Just prior to it going off I thought, "man I feel good for this early in the morning. All sorts of energy for the day." But as soon as it went off I thought, "well, I have to get my two 5-minute snoozes in."
So I DID snooze times two, and what happens at the end of this? My little brain starts to say, "you know, you could just go back to sleep for an hour...?" The good news is that the rest of my brain knows that when I wake up like this, I cannot go back to sleep right away, and I lie around in bed for a good 20 - 30 minutes before falling asleep. I usually wake up the next time much sleepier than the first.
And this thought ends up winning, and gets me out of bed. Once the feet hit the floor, I'm golden, but it's amazing how there are two sides of the brain at this hour of the morning, really fighting over what the body is going to do. The even better news is that I ALWAYS come back from the run and think to myself, "I'm glad that I did that". And the part of the brain that made me get out of bed is a little happier.
So on this St. Patrick's Day, my sore legs and that little sleepy, dangerous, lazy part of my brain lost early to the excited, energetic, pumped up part of my brain, and three happy miles on the treadmill later we are ready to see what the corn beef, cabbage and green beer will bring us! Happy St. Patty'd everyone!