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Summer Colds are the WORST

June 7th – It’s Global Running Day! I was so close to not running this day. My sinuses were threatening to choke me all night. I kept waking myself up snoring, and felt like I was on the verge of getting sick. All morning, I was, “I’m gonna go. No. I’m not. Yes, I am. No, I’m not.” Then it was, “You’re already dressed for it. Just go one mile. Maybe two. See how you feel.” OK, FINE! Stop nagging me, me!

Needless to say, I felt pretty good once I got going, maybe with a little help from Sudafed.
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June 9th – My birthday! Yay! And, apparently, summer colds are good for my running! This was my best run of the year so far, and I woke up feeling like someone filled my sinuses with cement. I guess my normal exercise-rhinitis (runny nose) loosened that crap up enough that I could breathe. Or, once again, maybe it was the Sudafed.

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Then June 10th, I woke up, feeling pretty good despite (or maybe because of) all the wine I’d had the night before. Mowed the lawn, pruned the hedges, weedwacked the weeds, set up my little kiddie pool and filled it with what felt like ice water,  then… KABAM! I was sick. Now “feeling like I”m getting sick,” but “Is this what a man cold feels like?!” sick. During the first heatwave of the year, of course. I spent the rest of the weekend in bed, sucking cough drops and blowing my nose. The worst of it only lasted about a day, but my poor snoot felt like it had been filled with hair gel and I was completely wiped out for a long time after.

So I didn’t run again until June 21st. I wasn’t expecting this to be a fast or easy run, and it wasn’t. But it wasn’t that bad, either.

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Which brings us to yesterday, June 23.  I knew before I left the house this wasn’t going to be a fast run. It was already in the mid-70s and I’m a wuss and like it in the upper 50s to low 60s. And humid. And I’m tired. But I did it. After the first mile, I wasn’t even really trying. I’d run a little, then walk, then play Pokemon (they just did some updates to the game to make it more interesting), then detoured through a park to hit more Pokemon thingies, then got distracted by a cat on the sidewalk (had to make sure he was ok – he was. And very friendly) then got held up chatting with a sweet old lady who kept telling me about how far she used to walk when she was younger, how far she’s going today, and that she knows all the garbagemen (Hi Carl!) and to be careful because there’s a lot of accidents around here. They call this accident ally. And there’s Sam. He has the deli up the street. If you’re hungry, go there. And so on and so on… But she was sweet. Then I thought it started raining, but it was just the sweat dripping off the back of my shorts. Ewwww. I don’t think the picture shows just how incredibly sweaty I was. the shirt is NOT ombre.

But… pace doesn’t matter. Distance does. And I went five miles. Longer than I’ve gone in about a year.

june 23
Looking at the forecast for next week, I’m so happy to see some overnight lows in the 50s again. Heaven!

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The Next Three Runs

Continuing my quest to find my running mojo…

June 1st. Since my last several runs have all sucked, I went back to W5D1, but shortened the walk intervals to 2 minutes. (Run 5 walk 2.) I’m still just not feeling it, and my finger was hovering over the “stop” button at about .75 miles. But I said to myself, “No. You’re going to do this. Walk when you need to, ignore the intervals if you have to. But finish this run. You’ll feel better if you do.”

So I did finish it. And I did feel better.  Certainly not my best run, but better than quitting.

c25k w5d1


June 3rd. Ok. That’s more like it! This run was soooo much better. I didn’t follow any set intervals, and ran my first mile without a walk break. After that, it was willy nilly intervals. That averages ~20 seconds faster per mile than my best run this year at this distance.

In April, I was happy to be under 40 minutes for my 5k and now, about two months later, I’m under 35 minutes. I’ll be very happy to get under 30 again, but for now, my main goal is to have my average pace under 11 minutes per mile.

I even had enough energy left at the end of this run that I decided to do an extra .2 miles around the park! And I’m surprised my legs could still go that fast, especially on uneven surfaces like grass and dirt road with tree roots and mud puddles to avoid. I originally wanted to do a full lap, which would be .31 miles (convenient when I want a boring, but soft 5k – ten laps around) but there were doggies off leash and I learned a long time ago not to trust, “Don’t worry, honey, he won’t bite!” Not taking my chances.

little run


June 5th. Well, I was expecting this to be another good run, but… it wasn’t what I’d expected. Very humid, warmer than I thought it was going to be (in the low 70s), my shorts were riding up between my thighs and I wore a cotton tee instead of moisture wicking or a tank top,  I did squats & deadlifts the day before for the first time in about two weeks, didn’t sleep well  because I was worried about my car possibly not passing inspection (she did, yay!), and maybe lemon meringue pie for breakfast isn’t as good of a fuel source as I thought it was. I was whupped. Then I started getting stomach cramps around 2 miles and hit stop. Side note: I bought a box of Balance Bars thinking they were protein bars. They were fiber bars, and OMG, the farting!!!

I was *thisclose* to calling my husband to pick me up, but instead, I walked around the block for a bit, thinking, “There’s a portapotty in the park across the street if I need it,” until I cooled off and my stomach settled. Thankfully, without the help of the portapotty, because… yuck. I was not sure if I just wanted to walk home or finish off the run, but I thought, “Eh, what the hell. Might as well go for it!” Watch out, Nike, this might be the next big slogan! I picked up where I left off and finished off my planned run.

I’m glad I finished the run and glad I gave myself a break when I needed it and really glad that last mile was faster than my first mile and WAY faster than my 2nd. My smile at the end says it all.

Tomorrow’s Global Running Day, and two days later is my 45th birthday.  I’m not a religious person, but I might say a little word to Hermes to give me a good run on at least one of those days.

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Did I jinx myself? As soon as I started blogging again about “The Return of the Mojo,” I lost it. My last three runs have been abysmal. Well, abysmal is a overly dramatic. They’ve just not been enjoyable.

Last week, the in-laws were coming to town for my husband’s college graduation. Since they have cat allergies and we have six, and since MIL is very tidy and I’m …. not, that meant turbo-cleaning. And it was eye-opening, just how far my depression had dragged me down over the past several months. So many unfinished projects, like a shelf that broke and needed to repaired, or the bags of clothes I’d purged to donate but hadn’t taken to the thrift shop yet, or empty boxes from that I left for the cats to play in. Little things that add up to mess and chaos, but I’d been clutterblind. Plus, as a work from home artist, my living room isn’t just a living room. It’s an art studio, sewing factory, assembly line, and mail room, too.

It is nice having the house tidy. It feels so much bigger!

Once everything was done, or done enough on Wednesday, I had time for a run before the in-laws would get to town. But after a quarter of a mile, I was done. I couldn’t breathe, everything hurt, I just got my period (seriously, Aunt Flo, your timing SUCKS!), and my head just wasn’t in it. I stopped Runkeeper and just walked around the park for a while to clear my head.

Next time I had a chance to run was Saturday.  I didn’t follow any plan – I didn’t want to put any extra pressure on myself that I HAD TO do any certain time or distance –  just random walk/run intervals. It’s overcast and very humid… like running while trying to breathe soup. I had to practically drag myself out the door, but once it was done, I did feel better.

saturday run


And that brings us to yesterday. Grrrrrr… I’m so frustrated. I was doing so good up until week 6, then it feels like everything went to shit. I stopped after a mile and a half. My lungs hurt (ran the first mile too fast), my feet hurt, my head hurt, my sinuses hurt, my uterus even hurt. The temperature should feel perfect, in the low 60s, but felt cold, and it was humid, cloudy, windy and if pollen-y is a word, it’s pollen-y. Couldn’t even force a smile for my post-run selfie. I was *thisclose* to bursting into tears.

crappy run


It just feels like everything is going wrong. I’ll wake up raring to go, then … it’s raining. Again. So I wait until the weather’s cleared up. And by then, the oomph is just gone. Or maybe I’m not properly fueled, not that I should really need to be fueled for a 5k run. I thought after my week 6 runs that maybe I was lifting too heavy and not allowing enough time to recover, so I took some time off from lifting. Didn’t help. If anything, I feel worse.

What I really want is some goddamn sunshine. Some summer weather. It’s been cool and cloudy and rainy for a week. I’m solar powered and I’m depleted. But I’m not giving up.

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