A Brief Hiatus

It has been a long time since I posted, and almost as long since I ran…until last night.

I took a full week off from running after my epic sunburn of July 4th weekend. Running my 4-miler on the 4th was painful, but it only got worse as the sunburn turned to angry blisters and peeling skin that last for over a week, then became incredibly tight as new skin does. I couldn’t even ride my bicycle to work. I went to the Cape for a few days with my best friend and her in-laws, and logged two runs (3 miles and 4.5 miles), which were sluggish due to the heat and the fact that I was enjoying exploring a new place.

The following weekend, I ran 5 miles and 4 miles, but was miserable and hot. I didn’t run again until the next week, a 4-mile run on Saturday and my first 8-mile run on Sunday. I officially hate running in the heat.

Another work week went by where I didn’t even attempt to run. This now brings us to Saturday, July 30. I knew I would have to work for a big chunk of the day (from home, but still), but my colleague was willing to let me get in my run before we got started. I told her I was running 10 (so that I’d have at least two hours to play with), but decided that because it was so hot, I’d run what my body was capable of. I’d had two drinks and way too small of a dinner the night before, but I never anticipated what happened next. I got up, walked Rags, had toast/peanut butter and a small cup of iced coffee like I ALWAYS do before a run, got dressed, and headed out the door. Even wearing my new compression socks, I got maybe halfway up the block when I realized something wasn’t right. My calves were rock hard and not in a good way. I don’t know if it was dehydration or what, but each step hurt more and more. It was as if I was trying to run with flexed muscles. It was so strange. I didn’t even make it to the 1-mile mark before I had to start walking. I kept walking for a couple of miles, thinking they’d loosen up but they never did. In the end, I erased all records of the run from my GPS watch and went home to work and feel sorry for myself.

garmin
I’ve tweeted/Instagrammed this screen SO many times.

What’s funny is that morning, my GPS watch would NOT cooperate. I have the Garmin Forerunner 10. Sometimes it’s great. But it often spends WAY too long in the “Getting Location” state. That morning was a sunny, cloudless one. I was sitting outside on the stoop. There was no excuse for it to spend 15 MINUTES trying to connect to the GPS. I should have taken it as a sign that I was not meant to run that day.

After July 30, I did not run or attempt to run, so technically that makes my last run July 24. If you live in New England, you know, and if you don’t well let me just tell you that this has been the driest summer in my lifetime but also one of the hottest. I’ve run my AC more this summer than I think I have in the last 4 years combined. I don’t tolerate the heat well in general (I kid you not – it is a big reason I left Florida), let alone running 5-8 miles in it. So running stopped being fun for me. I considered re-joining a gym and even toured the Oak Square YMCA. But then I reminded myself that I hate running on a treadmill almost as much as I hate running in the heat, so I decided just to take a break. Probably not the wisest decision considering the BAA Half Marathon is less than 2 months away, but I wasn’t in the right head space. Work has been insanely busy and I eventually came down with my first sinus infection since my sinus surgery back in April. I had run myself ragged, no pun intended.

More than 3 weeks later, I finally felt ready to pound some pavement again on Monday night. Even though it was hot as Hades and I got home late due to relying on public transportation one day this entire summer, I went out for a 1.5-mile run. I had more in me, but I want to ease back in. I considered getting up early to run before work on Tuesday, but that measly 1.5 miles took a lot out of me apparently. I slept like a rock and woke up still tired, but fortunately not sore.

The BAA Half Marathon is still more than 7 weeks away but it’s go time from here on out. Less drinking, more running, better eating.

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