I’m feeling that full-body soreness which occurs after several great workouts. Now that’s what I call a good week. It’s the simple things in life…
I lived with one of my sisters for several years in Cleveland and New York City before moving to San Francisco on my own. One of the things I miss most is no longer having an insta- workout buddy. We did everything together, from early morning swims to killer anaerobic fitness classes, which left us temporarily incapacitated. These days, despite the miles between us, we still manage a fair amount of running and racing together, but I’m always thrilled to find new partners in crime.
Most frequently I do a swim trade with a friend who also has a toddler. Although we’re not in the pool together since one of us has to watch the kids, it’s still a set time to get to there. (And anybody who has ever tried to leave the house with toddler in tow knows that giving oneself a goal time of arrival is quite important.) I’m weirdly self-motivated in the ways of workout, but the swim trade means free childcare and encourages a more organized use of time. This morning when I started swimming my arms were instantly tired so I kept returning my focus to technique and survived a quick half mile.
the workout: 900 yds: 100 free, 100 alt back, breast, back, breast, 100 free, 3X, RI:30, each final freestyle quicker than the previous so the final is full out sprint
I suspect my arms are tired from yesterday’s run. A friend drove me home from work, mentioning how he’d planned to run after rehearsal but had just polished off a huge piece of pecan pie a la mode. I’d briefly entertained the idea of running with Baby A to complete a few errands. Half hour later we three were running from the dry cleaner to the bow rehair guy and then into the park. We hit the trails, my bow securely in it’s case attached to the stroller underside. Baby A bounced around humming as he zoned out. We stopped for RO to do some pull-ups then it was my turn. I managed only one alone then four more assisted. Need to work on that. We came out near the track and started back up the dirt. Pushing 60 lbs of combined kid and stroller up the trail was no easy task but my competitive side took over and I wasn’t about to be shown up by RO. As we both gasped for breath, we confirmed that neither of us would be running at top speed up a hill if the other wasn’t doing the same. And that right there is why I love running with a friend! Our run concluded at the playground, where I stretched and Baby A did his laps between steps and slides.
the workout: 4.47 miles, mostly dirt, 10:41 min/mi ave including walk breaks, 428 kCal, 5 pull-ups