Sometimes my plans don’t work out, but the not-working-out usually follows a lovely day full of things mostly working out. For example, yesterday I had a pretty great day. I got in eight miles in just over an hour before work (tempo run!). When I got home, I set out to finish the entire Pure Burn Super Strength video and I almost made it. I have to say that that workout routine is brutal. I can make it through the first 40 minutes with only a few loud complaints, but the last 20 minutes is just out of my reach at this point. For whatever reason, I just can’t do 40 minutes of crazy strength exercises and then follow it up with 20 minutes of T-stands and pushups and T-stand and pushup combinations. My elbows start to give out.
After my video, Rachael came over from Ann Arbor and we went to martial arts class (it’s buddy week!). There were a ton of people in class and I had an excellent time. We got to watch the kids do some of their obstacle course, which I was almost a little jealous of. Then we followed up martial arts with a trip to La Senorita. Win.
Yesterday was the equivalent of the hard part of an interval workout. Today was the equivalent of a “recovery” interval. I had every intention of pulling out another week of ridiculous workouts but realized yesterday afternoon that my shins were, in fact, bothering me. They bothered me for five out of the eight miles I ran Monday morning. Although I really hate to turn down my own plans, I just had a feeling that an interval workout would not be a smart idea for this morning. Thus, I did not run. Oddly enough, I’m not even very sore this morning. My arms feel a little sore, but it’s 1/100th of the soreness I experienced last week. It’s bizarre. I felt like I tried even harder with the Super Strength video last night and afterward I was pretty wiped, but this morning…nothing. Is it possible for muscle soreness to be delayed?
It is a little sad because it’s another perfect morning for running, but I’d rather not crack my shins in half and miss the Crim (and all my other races) because I refused to take a day off. After work we’re attending a Meet the Spartans event downtown—I can’t wait to get the pictures from the women’s football clinic signed—so who knows? I might have time for an extremely light jog after that. Or maybe not. Either way—it’s Tuesday, I’m alive, and I can’t complain.
Happy Tuesday!