Pre-workout eats: Slice of whole-wheat toast with Peanut Butter & Co. Dark Chocolate Dreams and sliced banana
Workout: Ran 4.27 miles; average pace, 9:11.
1. I learned something this morning: You do not need to wear a pair of sweat pants atop running tights when it's 30 degrees. You also don't need to wear a long-sleeve compression shirt, a half-zip and a fleece vest. You just don't. Unless you want to think for a good portion of your run that you are hot - and not in the let's get honked at sort of way.
2. For weeks, I've been running the boulevard-park loops thinking that it was the only "safe" place (aka free of snow) to run. Mark decided, though, that we needed a change and suggested the trail that winds around the college. It was sure to be clear, he said. And it was. Just one thing: The first 400 meters or so, which takes you along sidewalks in front of businesses, were not so clear. In fact, the path wasn't clear at all. I felt my ankles roll several times and found myself doing hurdles over snow mounds created from clearing parking lots. Yeah, make it safe for the drivers; pedestrians don't matter. Grrr!
3. Last night, my dream involved a friend making out with someone inside of an ottoman, driving through the hood of Phoenix with no address to plug into the GPS, ending up at a big arena and seeing a review starring Eddie Winslow (from "Family Matters"). Yeah ... no more Christmas cookies before bed for me.
What's the weirdest dream you've ever had?
"C" had the same clothing issues you did today. In fact, before we started off I asked her how her attire changes from 30 degrees to 9 degrees - she said "not a bit" . . . and she was one HOT walker today.
ReplyDeleteI'm on meds that give me the craziest dreams ever - wouldn't know where to begin. In real life I was a lifeguard for 20 years. Once I was took benedryl and dreamed I was saving someone who was drowning - thing is, I woke up laying with my head at the foot of the bed (feet up by the pillow), reaching my arm off the foot of the bed and yelling "grab my hand". Crazy! No more benedryl for me!
Merry Christmas Healthy Strides!