SUCCESS! We have success.
First time out, we ran three miles and not a peep. Except in the beginning I think he wondered if I was still there (because I wasn’t panting yet), so he tried to turn his head up my way. I let him know I was still there, and after that he just kept on truckin’. Probably because it wasn’t long he’d be reassured simply by the incessant heavy breathing coming from behind him. Anyway, GO BOB.
Today’s PERSPIRATION INSPIRATION:
That’s why I busted out some tough arm workouts today, and for the SECOND time this week. Get it.
If anyone’s curious, here’s my specific plan as of today (subject to change as this is only week two I’m on here, people…). Day of rest – aka the day all the workouts are centered around – is either Saturday or Sunday, depending on our weekend plans.
Working backwards from that, I have to get 6 days in of workouts. Mandatory: one day of intervals (no more than one, because recovery is key, too). Minimums: one day of strength training, and ideally two, but the second can be substituted for a cross training workout (swim or bike), or done in conjunction with the cross or short run. *More cross training to come post-military training. That leaves me with three runs – one longer than the others and probably on the weekend.
Pffff. My legs were so sore after the first strength training + run day. So. Sore. I felt the soreness for two days with every step I took. And we have lots of stairs in our house. Add a 27 pounder on my hip, and my legs nearly gave out. Several times.
But now, it’s starting to feel much better. Like the good kind of sore where it motivates you to work out and work through it and make it go away.
This weekend’s challenge: I’m going out of town Friday. But before I get on the road, I have to do my intervals at some point. And while I’m out of town, I have to do a 4-miler! I’m going to need willpower and planning. And the strength to resist temptations that would otherwise occupy my time.
Wish my luck. I’ll need it.
P.S. Remember, words of encouragement are always appreciated. Leave a comment. It will make my day. (Wellll, almost. I actually already have a favorite part of my day, and it’s right before Aidan goes to sleep when we are rocking in his chair and he’s laying so sweetly in my arms… ahhh, motherhood.)
P.P.S. Aidan is 11 months today. The last month he’s in the ZEROS!!!! I can’t flipping believe it. Where did the time go? Here’s a visual for you. He’s grown a bit.