Running partners are a great thing to have - they motivate you, they push you, they get you out of bed. However, take my suggestion, and don't depend on a running partner or alter your typical running schedule for said partner.
Allow me to elaborate.
Yesterday was Sunday. That means, on Sunday, I had gone 3 days without a run and really needed to. I woke up feeling ready for said run and put on the last pair of workout pants that I had that were not in the laundry (Note to self: buy more workout clothes).
I had Sunday off, and of course, Jeff has weekends in general off. So, Jeff was pretty excited when he suggested that we actually go out together for the first time since registering. I was somewhat excited too - minus the part where the last time we ran together (about a year and a half ago), Jeff's pace was so much faster than mine, I made it about 500m before I had to stop.
Anyway, I'm already to go - then sweet boyfriend of mine, collapsed on the sofa in his skivvies, says 'Oh, can we go after tennis?'. Of course, for those of you who don't know, Sunday was the Wimbledon final. Also, for those of you who don't know, the Wimbledon final took 4 1/2 hours. So 'after tennis' happened at around 1:45pm. I, smartly, agreed to wait until after tennis, not realizing that this is how long it takes.
At 1:45pm, sweet boyfriend says 'we really should do laundry'. So, we do laundry. Then we go to his parents' for dinner (a regular thing). We bring the leftover Timbits from the car wash to dinner. I had about 20 over the course of the day. This is not diabetically-correct.
After dinner, we're both tired and need to do fundraising work. And sweet boyfriend Jeff has a movie he wants to watch too.
Moral of the story? If I'd just gone for my run at my usual time, when I was ready, I wouldn't have eaten 20 Timbits, nor would I have hit 4 days without a run.
So that brings us to today. 4 days runless and 20 Timbits heavier, I wake up at 7:45 (each morning I try and wake up a bit earlier in my effort to be able to run at 5am Honolulu time in December). At 7:45 I seriously debated just curling up with my very fluffy and warm cat instead as I was still recovering from Saturday's excessively long day...and the 20 Timbits.
But no, my blog audience would be so disappointed with me.
And with that, I got out of bed and out for my run. I can't lie about how nervous I was. I was sure after that long of a gap between runs, I would be right back to my original run to walk ratio (which by the way was about .000008km:1km).
Then I hear my co-worker's voice (as I often do when I don't want to run) 'DIG DIG DIG'.....and I go for it. And I extend my running distances by double what they were on my last run. I run farther, and I get there faster. I'm out for a total of 45 minutes and I'm having trouble breathing as I 'DIG' on my way back up the hills on my return. However, I passed several snails on my way, so at least I was moving fast! I am sure that my run to walk ratio is now more realistically 1km:.000008km instead.
Boy...was I ever tired. Several times, I was sure my legs were going to give out from under me. It hurt and I wanted to cry when I turned for home, when I ran up the hills (I always try to run up the hills because I figure it's pushing me more than a flat part would), and every time I convinced myself to run just a bit farther. But I did it.
I should note that today was the first time I took an advil after my run, although it was not something I attribute to any muscle aches (yay!). Instead, I had this evil headache the whole time. It wasn't dehydration as I always drink more than necessary, but who knows what it was. Maybe the Timbits were revolting against my brain that was screaming for a healthy lifestyle!
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