After work I headed west for what I hoped would be a pleasant, peaceful, beautiful hike along the ocean. And I wasn't disappointed. To give you an idea...
|The view out toward Tomales Point|
So I told myself that if I only wanted to run 3-4 miles instead of my planned 9, well, that's well within my rights. I woke up this morning and my calves were so tight I was limping a bit. But I hoped running used a different part of my leg muscles than hiking and that the tight calves wouldn't be a problem. I had some breakfast and coffee and sat around for a bit before hitting the road. I wore my Garmin so I didn't need a set route. The weather was lovely, a tad warm in the sun but with enough of a breeze now and then to make it okay.
Around mile 6.5 I started to feel myself dragging. Time for some ShotBloks. I've been backing way off the energy gels to see if that helps with the cramping and it has. I think my stomach can't process all that stuff. So I had two and within 20 minutes I felt the boost of quick energy. I finished up my last mile in 9:48, partially motivated by my buddy Kristy pointing out that I always finish strong.
Mainly I was proud of myself for running the whole 9, especially that I'd given myself full permission to bag it at 3-4 miles if I felt the need. But running slow was just the ticket to keep me moving the entire time. If I'd pounded out 9:30 or even 10 minute miles I never would have lasted. Slow and steady was the key today.
Food has also been slowly improving. I'm getting there, and just like my run, slow and steady progress will always get me there in the end.