Happy Mother’s Day to my mother runner
In true mother runner form, she got a 5k in yesterday and I’m so proud of her as she shaved 2 minutes of her time!
For Mother’s Day, I was given a few hours yesterday to
work on my killer running tan go do a long run playing in the trails. I still haven’t had a run where I just felt 100% physically great since the Boston marathon, and yesterday the tides turned.
I set out on the trails to just run based on how I felt. I was super cautious in the beginning and stayed away from monstrous hills (stuck to the more reasonable ones) and had a really…nice…run.
Most of the time I was thinking about if I want to do the Laguna Hills Half Marathon in 2 weeks. The script in my mind throughout the run went something like this:
- Oh this feels nice. Half marathon for sure.
- Who tied to weights to my legs at mile 3…Hello 10k, mama’s coming home to ya
- You’ll be clawing your eyes out watching the halfers finish after a 10k, you know this right?
- I can probably “race” a much faster 10k
- Was that 4 consecutive sub-8 mile splits? Halfsies for sure.
- I’m so out of shape 10k, indeed
- Bathroom. Bathroom. Bathroom.
- Water. Water. Water.
The run was mostly uneventful which is exactly how you want them, until 5 when I realized I was 2.5 miles away from the nearest bathroom. I was really hoping to not have to use the sweaty emergency stash of TP in my pocket, so I ran like the wind to try to get to the bathroom so I didn’t
poo my pance
(Yes, this was an actual search term that led some poor soul to my blog yesterday.)
Luckily I didn’t (poo my pants that is) and chalked up to mid-run speed work and after 10 miles I decided to call it conservative quits for the sake of not pushing it too far given the tweaks and tightness that I’ve been dealing with. I then recovered the best way possible
Tell me about your mother runner?
How did you celebrate your Mother’s Day?