Waaaaaahhhhh!

It was only 9.5K. I thought it seemed too fast (although not too short!). But I am confused, because I ran every single road I have ever run on, and I know I measured out a full 10K run before. It gets time and gas consuming to tweak the longer distances. I don't have a .5K route extender, so I'll probably just use my 1K route extender and run 10.5K. That way, I'll be SURE, and won't have to suffer this crushing disappointment again. So, I have to take back my mental high fives, and hope that no one saw my little victory dance as I slapped my end of run lamppost. (Speaking of slightly embarassing mannerisms, there's this one song on my MP3 player that goes: "Clap your hands to the rhythm one time", and I actually clap.)

And then, to add insult to injury, it was raining cats and dogs, and blowing like crazy this morning. I didn't realize how bad it was. So, after waiting from 5:30 'til 6:30 for Dexter to go back to sleep, I got up to put on my gear only to realize - I wasn't going anywhere. So, no run this morning. Waaaaaaahhh!

Not to worry though. I had a chocolate danish from Tim Horton's, and KFC for supper. I feel much better now. Uh, uh. I do. Yup. Waaaaaaaahhhhh!

I kicked ass this week.

I am on week four of the Taft's 10K training program now. I did not miss a run. I did an extra run. Just for fun. Yep, just for fun. How is that for bizarre? I love it!

Okay, so here is what I did:

Monday: Tempo run - 10 minute warmup run, 22 minutes hard run, 10 minute cooldown run. I hired a babysitter for this one - running is getting to be more expensive these days, I'll tell ya. The only disappointment was that I actually timed the first 5K, and I am not any faster. Oh, well.

Tuesday: off

Wednesday: bonus run. Ran 5K to my fitness class, then did the class. In spite of Karen stopping her car twice beside me along the way, and trying to convince me that I was going to be late for class, I wasn't. And sheesh, you'd think if you were going to stop beside me, you could at least hand me a cup of water. Next time, 'kay?

Thursday: off. The only time I could have run was first thing in the morning, and I figured I needed more recovery time than 10 hours after my big workout of the day before. Plus I didn't want to get out of bed.

Friday: the dreaded intervals. I almost bailed, but after trying on several excuses, none of them fit, and off we went. I did what I supposed to - 3 half mile sprints, alternating with a short recovery period, plus a ten minute warm up and cool down. It was very hard, but it felt good to actually do what I had planned. It's the first time I have succeeded with the interval run. Now, as long as I pretend not to notice that I should already have added a fourth sprint, and be moving to a fifth this week, I can continue to glow with pride over this.

Saturday: early morning distance run. 9K. Felt great. Sun good.

Sunday: mid morning distance run. 10 KILOMETERS! I'm there! And it was just fine. I definitely could have run farther. The only thing that is nagging at me is that I did it in 1:07, and that is a few minutes faster than I would have predicted, based on my other runs. I'm going to measure today to confirm, but assuming my memory is correct, it really was 10K. A whole lot of hills, too.

Grand total for the week: 36 kilometers.