the joys of running...
so i've been training for the santa barbara wine country half marathon for about 7 weeks now. today was 9 miles at about a 9:12 pace... not bad. that puts me on track for a 2hr finish time which was the ultimate goal.
training has been extremely labored for me in the past few weeks. a project i'm working on is sapping all of my mental reserves and i'm just having general low energy issues so my motivation to run just hasn't been there. if it wasn't for phineas i probably wouldn't run in the morning at all. running with him so far has been great. i have yet to find his limit and he's really helped push my limits - to where i can do shorter runs (< 6 miles) at around an 8:20 pace.
but it's not as zen as i would like it to be at all. i constantly have to monitor him to make sure he doesn't run too far ahead of me and when people and/or other dogs enter our path i have to really eagle-eye him to make sure he behaves. so today i decided to try something a little different and decided to the longer run by myself. and i think it really helped. poor phineas now has to be satisfied with 5-10k distances until i can get my endurance up to where i can keep up with him and his quirks.
anyhow, on a completely different note, i've noticed that after really long runs i end up smelling like sour milk. what the fuck is up with that? i mean, i don't expect to smell like roses or anything after running these longer distances... but sour milk? couldn't i smell like something manly like, i dunno... old spice or something? or how about nothing at all. oh and the random ass and nipple chafage is back. no bleeding, just chafing... greeeaaaaat.. guess it's time to bandage up my nips before these longer runs.
welcome to my world.
training has been extremely labored for me in the past few weeks. a project i'm working on is sapping all of my mental reserves and i'm just having general low energy issues so my motivation to run just hasn't been there. if it wasn't for phineas i probably wouldn't run in the morning at all. running with him so far has been great. i have yet to find his limit and he's really helped push my limits - to where i can do shorter runs (< 6 miles) at around an 8:20 pace.
but it's not as zen as i would like it to be at all. i constantly have to monitor him to make sure he doesn't run too far ahead of me and when people and/or other dogs enter our path i have to really eagle-eye him to make sure he behaves. so today i decided to try something a little different and decided to the longer run by myself. and i think it really helped. poor phineas now has to be satisfied with 5-10k distances until i can get my endurance up to where i can keep up with him and his quirks.
anyhow, on a completely different note, i've noticed that after really long runs i end up smelling like sour milk. what the fuck is up with that? i mean, i don't expect to smell like roses or anything after running these longer distances... but sour milk? couldn't i smell like something manly like, i dunno... old spice or something? or how about nothing at all. oh and the random ass and nipple chafage is back. no bleeding, just chafing... greeeaaaaat.. guess it's time to bandage up my nips before these longer runs.
welcome to my world.
posted by michael | 1:26 PM
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