Day 7: Still hate Mondays...

The Email:


Deja vu

Same as last Monday- kind of.

Run the Same 1.8 miles as July 16th. Try to break 20 minutes. 
No sprints to follow- please rest the hammie.


GS


The Equipment: 

Is it too much to ask to stay 18 physically? How could going on a pasta and Alfredo diet as a College Freshman cause me to gain weight? I had the metabolism of Micheal Phelps back then? Why can't I bounce back like back then????

Today sucked. An easy task turned upside down on my head. I headed out for the run after a long stretching session (wanted to really kick ass today with the run because I know the rest of the week is going to be full of having the bar be raised) and started off without any issue. At the half mile mark, my lower back on the right side, yes the same side as the recently deformed hammie, decided to have a stroke and tightened up so much I had to completely stop and stretch for some time just to walk. I've had back spasms as a kid and have always had tight hammies from playing sports, so I almost expected this to happen at some point during this challenge, but not this soon. 

I was totally dejected but determined to do, at the bare minimum, the loop, either walking or crawling if need be (though facing front and on all fours like a dog, not a crab, that would be silly). I've grown to expect my entire body to feel burned out and each muscle to become a furnace for the day, which I might add, has allowed me to save even MORE because I haven't taken a hot shower in a week+. Not having that after 23 minutes and I couldn't call this a completed workout. I quickly walked to the playground and switched my Pandora to a heavy metal station from my DBM channel and jumped on Tabata to hit 8 rounds of planks and iron crosses. 

Equipment: 

If my legs wouldn't let me beat the crap out of them today, like a good abuser, I found a weaker muscle set that would. I'm still aggravated about not being able to run like I have in the past, but feel as though I at least got a good workout together. Tomorrow I'm looking forward to maybe some back raises  and upper body punishment to bring me back into full stride. 

Also, the 1.8 mile loop I run is dead. I have found that my muscles have a photogenic memory and know where I have stopped to breathe in past, so the feel like they can quit on me at those points as my runs progress. They are like that hot girl on the TV show Unforgettable:

yeah, unforgettable. Amazingly enough, when I yell to keep moving, my muscles make that same face, like a puppy being scolded for something ad not knowing what. Or like a 10 year old being told to clean her room.

Next run out will be a different route. 

I'm anxious to move forward beyond this. Tomorrow will be better.