She was sick! Sick! Like seriously sick.
She had a cold.
She had a flu.
She had a fever, chills, nose red raw from wiping, stomach queasy, lungs feeling as though the weight of the world was standing on them. She had been bedridden for days and was only just recovering. And STILL she came out for a run.
“Katie needed me,” she said.
Wow. That is not only hardcore, it’s a big, huge slap in the face to the flu gods saying eat this jerk faces! And it was seriously pretty freaking awesome for me too! It was very much the kick in the butt I needed to get me and my sneakers out the door.
I am LOVING my new running chicks!
YESTERDAY’S HILLS:
6 p.m. BG before: 5.4
Carbs: 1/2 banana, no bolus
Temp. basal: -100 per cent (too much)
Workout: 8 x 75 second hill repeats with 2.5 minute jog down after each.
Time: 45:44
Distance: 6.02 km
Average hill pace: 5:45 min/km (started 5:12, ended 5:58)
7:15 p.m. BG after: 10.3
Temp. basal: +100 per cent (2 hours)
I’m not gonna lie, this run really kind of freaked me out. Two weeks ago I had done a set of hills that had included a few 75 second repeats. By the second set, I was ready to keel over and die. I don’t know if the grade of the hill I chose was too steep, or if it was because I chose to do the hills in the a.m. rather than the p.m. like I was use to, but 75 seconds was just pure, freaking evil. And it was after those hills that I did something I rarely ever do – I looked ahead to future weeks of the running program to see what was coming next. Big mistake. Seriously, for like 2 weeks I had been fretting these hills. EIGHT consecutive repeats of 75 seconds, holy freaking hell, I was sure I would die.
But if a sicky could get out there and give it her best, even with minimal lung capacity, then by golly, I was NOT going to be a bloody wimp. I was not going to cry over a little hyperventilating at the top of the first set. I was not going to slow my pace in the face of bright lights oncoming traffic midway through the third set. I was not going to pause to hurl following the sixth set. I was not going to listen to the bricks in my fatigued legs climbing the seventh set. Nope. I waited ’til I made it to the top of the eighth before I finally allowed myself a good keeling over.
One run done, three more for the week to go. Thank you to everyone, whether on the blog, or other mediums, for keeping me accountable! You guys rock!
Happy New Year 🙂
Happy New Year you, Princess, Big Ring and Little Ring. Wishing you a healthy and prosperous 2015
And a super happy New Year to you too my friend!