Damn time change. Spring forward fall back my ass. I finally start getting back into the exercise groove, and I lose an hour of daylight. Stupid daylight savings time.
So the week didn’t exactly go as planned: after coming back from Ottawa (and hauling my coffee table inside the house all by myself like a boss #beastmode) I was determined to go for a run on Monday.
And then Monday came. And Monday was SPECTACULAR. I mean OMG. I threw the dogs into the car to take them for a hike. And about 20 seconds down the road, I busted a U-turn to head into town. There are other trails and I had to pick up dog food anyway so it just made sense.
There are a couple of trailheads close together and I headed to the one that is slightly farther south. Usually there is no one there and when there is another car, we don’t often see people. Which is great so I can let the dogs run off-leash. Tired puppies=happy mommy. I didn’t even pull into the parking lot because it was CRAMMED. Must have been a meeting of a local seniors club. Crap.With another U-turn, I went back to the other, busier, trail. And yes it was busier so we went the opposite direction from the main trail. My friends, the fall colours here in southern Ontario were just amazing. And watching the dogs run and root around in the fallen leaves made whatever ails may have been lurking in me just vanish. Fresh clean air and then sound of crackling leaves and the wind gently brushing by you…pure bliss.
Evenutally we made it home after the dogs visited with their many fans. Seriously I was actually told by the staff at our local pet store that I’m not allowed there without the dogs. I’m pretty sure they were kidding…
Once home, I had firewood to stack. See I live in a cottage and I heat my house with wood over the winters. And for some reason, I decided to order three bush cord of firewood even though I had probably one whole bush cord left over from the previous year. Just for reference, go find a corolla. Three bush cord makes a pile bigger than a corolla. I know; I’ve checked. I had stacked most of it already but this was the day that I stacked the rest. One of those necessary tasks that I keep putting off.
Well I did it. Finally. And ohhhhhh baby did I need to stretch after. I cannot remember how many yoga stretches I had twisted myself into. And my left hip was still giving me some issues which didn’t help.
Tuesday I ran. Finally. I don’t even know how far I ran because I forgot to check the charge on my watch and it was dead. So I guesstimated five kilometres and set off. It was actually a good thing because I had to remember how to pace myself again.
Then Wednesday I had a friend who took a mental health day from work. When that happens, that’s a friend that needs a friend so I loaded the dogs up again and we met him and his dog for a good, long, venting, mind-clearing, soul-searching hike. By the time I got home, it was almost dark and I am lacking in reflective gear. But I wasn’t too upset by it as our hike had been a very hilly one and I was still feeling a bit sore in the back.
Thursday back to work. Yay. With my hip still a bit tight, I just did 50 minutes of hill work on the elliptical over my lunch hour. And the same on Friday.
Saturday I had the “it’s now or never” feeling and did 40 minutes on the treadmill. The weirdest thing about it was how at first it was sooooooo hard and I was counting down the minutes, calculating how long I had to go before I could stop. Normally it takes at least 10 minutes of running to settle. But this time, once I was going for over 20 minutes, it seemed to get easier. It became comfortable.
When I run on the road, it usually takes about five kilometres to settle and loosen and find my stride. It seems that even with so little running, I still have that feeling.
Sunday I decided to give ‘er a little and when I hit the treadmill over lunch, I added a bit of elevation and some speed work, alternating one minute jog and incrementally increasing speed intervals. And I need to REALLY start working on my speed again. Since I don’t have any races in the immediate future, I can start to add more speed instead of focusing only on distance.
And for the food? Weeellllllll not the best week but not horrible. I’ve noticed that when I start to really pay attention to my fitness, I tend to eat a lot better. It’s not like I consciously watch what I eat, but I find that I want better food. Not to say I don’t still want the odd bit of chocolate or a glass of wine but I find myself craving more nutritious food. Which is good because it forces me to cook more. Which means I have to go grocery shopping in the worst way since I have a fridge that contains little more than a few jars of condiments and beer. Ahem. Add that to the “To Do” list.