Don't Worry . . . I'm still running! (Week 5 Recap)

I haven't missed a one! However, I have been majorly slacking in the blogging department. It just seemed like one day turned into one week, and now it's been almost two.

My running (with some walking) is actually still going quite well! I finished all three workouts last week, and I was happily surprised at how easy the 5 minutes of running was/were (which is it mom? I'm unsure). I am especially proud of my workout last Sunday:

My crazy brother, Jeff, and sister-in-law, Farris, talked me into signing up for a 4 hour long kickboxing aerobics fundraiser which benefitted Breast Cancer Research. So, last Saturday morning, I kicked and punched and generally jumped around doing high-impact aerobics for basically 4 straight hours. I don't know if what I was doing by the end would still qualify as "high-impact" because by then I was really just proud to still be standing upright, but I somehow managed to survive all 4 hours.

Needless to say, I was NOT pleased with myself on Sunday morning when I woke up and realized that I could barely move and that I had also left one of my workouts until Sunday (I didn't do it Friday like I sometimes do because I had company-which is a bad excuse because I run/walk so early in the morning that my friend who was visiting was still sleeping.) The weeks where I only have 3 workouts are harder for me because I sometimes talk myself out of getting up on Friday because I know I can do it Sunday, but of course, it's not like I'm dying to get up early on Sunday mornings, so sometimes I regret not just doing it on Friday. I blame Elaine, my friend that was visiting, for making me drink too much wine on Thursday. How's that for a blame shift?

Sorry for the tangent. Anyway, the workout was DEFINITELY not happening Sunday morning, but by Sunday afternoon (as I read my Runners World magazine from the pool) I was starting to feel guilty that I was about to miss my first workout, so I begrudgingly got out of the pool, laced up my running shoes and got on our treadmill to complete my workout because it was 110 degrees by that time of day. It was awesome!! My right calf was in an incredible knot from the kickboxing marathon, but about 10 minutes in, it started to feel better, and I absolutely think that my soreness over the days that followed was greatly reduced by working out some of the lactic acid on Sunday. Yeah me!

I don't want to do too many runs on the treadmill because honestly, it felt a lot easier, and I'm worried it won't properly condition me for the marathon (plus Bella missed out on the run), but it was nice to realize that if I slip up and don't get out of bed in the morning when it's too hot to go after 6am, that I still can bail myself out by just getting on the treadmill.