Confession: Running while on vacation with family in a warm house surrounded by countryside and filled with good food, drinks, and comfy sofas is really difficult. Nevertheless, I got my tuchas out in the cold January frost/fog (frog?) and ran a little over 6 miles yesterday. I ran at the local high school track (trails were icy and unpopulated), and thus it was a bit monotonous. I am (fortunately) not accustomed to repetitive scenery. I don’t ever use treadmills, so I realized how much I rely on destinations to keep things interesting. Since I was at a track, I decided to run a victory lap barefoot. One lap barefoot is just as challenging as four laps in trainers. I bow down to you, barefoot runners!
Tonight I went for what I had planned to be a 4 or 5 mile run but ended up being a neat 5K as the fog was very thick and my left calf was complaining quite a bit. Both of the calf muscles feel a tad tight. I reached down to rub them when I got back home and did not recognize the rock-solid hunks of flesh I found. Running is changing my body–despite the discomforts of tightness and soreness once in awhile, I feel very proud of my mind and my body and what we’ve accomplished together so far (especially lately).
Tomorrow is Zumba, and Wednesday I will revisit that original 5 mile route. Friday will be the usual 6 or 7 miles, and perhaps I will try a yoga class on Saturday. I have not planned my long run for this Sunday yet, but I’d like to do something new with the route.
I saw my mom today and she made good on her goal; she walked a few miles to a track and jogged a bit. Way to go, Ma!
Back to the grind tomorrow…
Who has a killer remedy for tight calf muscles?
Perhaps more barefoot running in my future? Only time will tell…