I got sick (sinus infection fell into my chest), that took me out of work and life for a week, D went on a business trip that left me to clean the house myself (he did most of it when he got home) for the boys' birthday, and the pollen is out of control.
I did get a 5.68 walk in (instead of 7 miles) and I got in a 8 mile run (which was pathetic because it was with the sinus infection), and missed a whole bunch of running. Then I realized I had a month 'til my Half-Marathon and the shit was scared into me.
I got to the gym on Tuesday to run 5 miles. It sucks...I have to run in the hot room, because it takes me over an hour to run 5 miles. The TM's in the "cool room"...73 degrees... only last 60 minutes and I don't feel like starting over. So the hot room...75 degrees. I did that slowly (still don't have all my lung capacity back) and the next day did a 3miler. Had 5 miles for Thursday but then I realized I had a gift certificate that was expiring on Thursday for a brew pub, so you KNOW I had to go there.
Saturday came and I had 9 miles. Ugh. Pollen was really bad, so I took a Claritin-D. I didn't completely think that out. I drank 64 oz of water, D and I walked the dogs, and I was on my way. The first mile was pretty easy. I had told D I was going to a bit of an iffy area, and he said to be careful. My plan was thwarted by a train. So I turned around.
|Mile 1-- Behind the US Penitentiary|
|Mile 4--Adjustments in the Lexus Lot...Olympic Flame|
So I ran part of the route of the Grant Park Summer Shade 5K. Now why I would knowingly run PITA hills, I'm not sure. I got on BLVD and decided to run through the zoo top parking lot, rather than the sidewalk. I got out of the parking lot, and drank some more water. The road was really busy so I decided to walk to the end of the park, cross the street and run home.
I ran down the hill and got to the start of the incline up the last PITA hill. A guy who I ran by informed me that I was gorgeous even with the snot on my face. It made me laugh. 4 guys in a car wanted to know where McDonald's was. They probably thought I was a loon because I didn't know where it was (I was too disoriented...I did know where the Sonic was). I started up the hill. You can't avoid this hill, on this route and if you go down it, well there is one you have to go up (the one I just ran down). I got to a shortcut road and turned. I couldn't go up that damn hill any more. I was running at a 17 minute pace if you wanted to call it that. Anyway I ran down the hill and the watch dinged 9 miles (for all the walking and slowness, it was 16 minutes).
I walked home, .68 miles. I knew I was dehydrated.
|.45 miles into my walk home...Fat Fingers|