We’ve had a long winter here in Nova Scotia. Really long.
I’ve been running for close to fifteen years and this is the first winter I haven’t been able to run on our road because of the ice and snow. That means I’ve packed on *ahem* a few pounds. Writing is a sedentary occupation.
Today, however, for the first time in weeks, I managed an outdoor run. It was far from pretty. There might have been flailing involved.
I set my distance at 6 k. I walked a fair bit of it, but I plan to increase my distance before increasing speed. I’d rather not pull muscles or do any of the damage that can happen by trying to do too much too fast. This coming week I’ll be sticking to a 6 k distance with a combination of running/walking at a ratio of 2:1. I’m also careful to keep my elbows up and my heels down. That protects my neck and lower back. I stretch when I finish, mostly the backs of my thighs and my shoulder muscles. Those seem to get stiff. I’ve learned the hard way over the years that drinking enough water is important, too. Leg and foot cramps at 2:00 am aren’t fun.
Yoga is my cross-training activity. I hate yoga.
My goal is to be running 10 k by June 1st. With a little luck I’ll lose 15 lbs while I’m at it. I’m not worrying about the weight loss, however. Fat and muscle don’t take up quite the same land mass.
By this time next week, I should have logged 24 k.
Or, more accurately, what happens when you haven’t been exercising regularly. And let me tell you, it isn’t pretty.
Just to recap, I’ve made the commitment to get back into running. I’ve tried other sports and they just aren’t for me. Most involve some sort of human interaction. I’ve also sworn to increase my writing productivity.
So. (<–I added that for my mother’s benefit. As a retired English teacher, it bugs the crap out of her.) Anyway. (<–That will bug her, too.)
It’s been a few months since my last trip to the indoor running track. Halfway through my run, I discovered they changed the rules on me. Runners are now supposed to run against walker/jogger flow, not with it, which explains so much about the attention I was drawing. Nevertheless, I maintain that, when a girl pushing a stroller and an old lady with a walker both lapped me, what I was doing couldn’t be considered an actual run. Get over it, people.
I’m not sure what the facility classes as jogging. One woman wasn’t doing much more than me, yet she chose the runner lane. Poser.
I alternated running (jogging, whatever) and walking laps, and managed a total of six kilometres without throwing up. In fact, I was looking good until the college students showed up. I’ll be picking my running times with more care in the future. That old lady with the walker aside, the senior citizens are my kind of crowd.
On the writing front I outlined two chapters of a fantasy romance and wrote 5000 words on my current contemporary wips.
Next week, it seems I’ll have to pick up the pace on two fronts…
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. I’ve missed you, honey.
Enough of that.
I’ve also missed setting goals and holding myself accountable. (That’s a lie. I don’t miss it. I just haven’t been doing it.) I have a number of books to write this year, however, and the last time I checked they weren’t writing themselves. Two are due in June. There’s also a proposal I’d like to submit sometime in July.
Something else I’ve been neglecting is my running. The excuses for that are semi legit. We have a serious eastern coyote problem in my neighbourhood. (FYI, an eastern coyote is a wolf cross. Some are more aggressive than others.) I’ve seen them up close, and yes, they’re big. The second excuse is the weather. This has been the winter from hell. The cold part. The one where those SoCal girls end up. (I’m looking at you, Robin Bielman and Samanthe Beck…) Frankly, my running shoes aren’t cut out for snow and ice.
I enjoy running. (Writing’s not so bad, either.) Tomorrow, I’m getting back into it. (The running, I mean. I’m deeply immersed in the writing.) I’m starting at an indoor running track and I’ll progress to outdoors as the weather improves. I’m hoping it’s legal to carry bear spray in this province since I can’t convince my husband to run with me. He complained enough about the snowshoeing.
So. Weekly goal setting is on my agenda. Word counts and kilometres should both steadily increase.