8 mile

first off, more eric eye candy. let's all swoon together.

second, i have running to report, finally. my last 2 workouts were on the bike, both of which kinda sucked. it took all i had not to spew my dinner during spin class. and i was sore an hour after class. back to back bike days really tax my hip flexors and quads. booooo!

wednesday, my normal rest day, was the fourth and the night of too many mojitos. thursday, my usual long run day, i spent at stinson beach. nothing but long naps and short dips to cool off. i got home at a decent hour, planning to run, but i was a bit tired and dehydrated.

so i resolved to run today. and by golly i did. 8 miles. on the treadmill, people. (insert your gasps here)

i didn't really want to run this on the treadmill, but by the time i was ready to run, it was already close to 8pm and there was no way i would finish before it got dark. so off to the gym i went.

apparently, i wasn't the only loser at the gym on a friday night because the place was pretty busy when i got there. but within the hour and 40 minutes it took to finish my run, the place really thinned out.

my run went from bad to good, which is about all you can hope for in a run. i'd been kinda cranky all day and i had a lot of errands to run after work. so the first half of my run consisted of me flipping through most of my playlist, unable to stand listening to one complete song. at 4.75 miles i reset the treadmill and tried to reset my mood.

turns out the tv did it for me. i got caught up in watching some football special about the 1988 forty-niners. boy did that bring me back. i'm not a big sports buff, but i do remember idolizing joe montana, jerry rice, ronnie lott, steve young, roger craig. i remember my entire family sitting around someone's big screen every week screaming our heads off. and this was before i ever drank beer! i remember the immense pride san franciscans took in our team and feeling like we were part of the legacy.

that last 5k was probably the best time i've had running in a while. at the end i had plenty of gas for more and my spirits were through the roof. for sure my pace was slow, but it was nice to be reminded how good running can feel.