Instead of starting today’s post with a beach shot from yesterday, I decided this picture is a summer-must-share instead:
The Hampton Jitney. In case you were curious, it really does exist. It really does transport city folk out to the Hamptons. Just like on Sex and the City.
After last week’s discussion of relating life to television shows, I thought it only fair to show you the Hampton Jitney.
I see it on the road all summer long and can’t help but think of the episodes where Carrie and the gang took the bus to the Hamptons…and Charlotte frolicked around with the frat boys.
Anyway, guess what?
I didn’t run Friday morning! I forced myself into the gym for an easy workout which involved a short session on the elliptical and play time with some free weights.
Best way to describe me and the free weight section of the gym. I have no business calling it strength training or whatever else people call working out in the weight area of a gym since I am pretty clueless in this department.
My routine (if you can even it call it a routine) usually combines all of the free weight moves I have learned over the years from group fitness classes and some of the techniques I remember from working a bit with a trainer back when I was oh, 22 years old.
Recently I have graduated to using ten pound free weights and sometimes, just sometimes, picking up the fifteen pound weights but this conversation is neither here nor there at the moment because I had no intention of talking about strength training and really don’t feel that my knowledge on the subject is high enough to offer you anything other than enough info to conjure up a mental image of me playing with dumbbells.
We need to talk about Saturday’s long run.
I don’t know how many miles I ran, I don’t know my splits nor am I even able to come close to a guess as to what my pace was at any point.
I finally decided to run my long run without tracking it. No MapMyRun for me this time.
The only thing I did do was set the timer on my phone just to have an idea of how long I was outside.
I have very mixed feelings about running this way. In fact, I couldn’t wait to talk to you about it since no one else understands.
Let’s start at the beginning.
For the first time in eight years, I experienced a side stitch cramp only about quarter-mile into the run. I can’t say for sure if it was a quarter-mile in because hello, I wasn’t tracking the mileage.
This is the part where I tell you what you eat before you run is key but not fool-proof.
I ate the same exact bowl of oatmeal that I always do.
So why did I get a side-stitch that took my breath away to the point where I had to slow to a walk on an off for probably one mile?
No idea. But side-stitches are not fun at all and I have sympathy for you if you experience them often.
Possible causes were of course googled as soon as I was done and from the list of culprits, I still don’t know what happened.
Thankfully the pain in my side subsided but I didn’t find my groove until what I think was mile five. I followed my usual neighborhood loop so at certain points during the run I had an idea of where I was in terms of miles but I really didn’t know for sure.
I don’t think my brain liked not knowing for sure.
The only positive thing I noticed by running without tracking happened towards the end of the run.
Usually around the ten-mile mark, I start thinking about the miles left.
This time, I wasn’t really sure at what point I was at so I didn’t think much about it and didn’t really feel my legs getting tired as if I were close to my end.
When the timer went off, I was confused. It said I was out there for two hours and fifteen minutes (I didn’t stop the timer at any point, even when I walked through the side stitch and made a few brief stops for water).
Of course I was fatigued, but didn’t feel completely spent and done. Had the little voice that normally chirps in my ear told me I was at mile thirteen or fourteen (or fifteen – ugh who knows what I ran!), I would have gladly called it a day.
This topic takes the whole running is a mental thing to another level in my mind.
I often read about runners feeling so free and happy when running without tracking things. I didn’t feel that way.
The rest of the day I was confused. I wasn’t as tired as usual even though I may have run more than I normally do.
Was it because I couldn’t think to myself – Hey, you are tired. You ran X-amount of miles this morning?
I don’t focus on numbers ever when it comes to calories or weight.
I didn’t think I focused much on the numbers associated with my pace and mileage, however, it is clear to me that my body and mind feel otherwise.
Would I run like this again? Maybe. I don’t know. I am still digesting my thoughts and experiences from Saturday.
I am also trying to digest the fact that this week is my son’s last week of elementary school. Graduation is on Wednesday along with a crazy amount of festivities all week long which begin this morning.
I know all parents say where did the time go but believe me over all of those other people – time went faster in our family.
Like, he suddenly went from being a toddler to almost eleven. Even though I remember many an evening of counting the minutes until he closed his eyes and mouth for the night over the last several years, suddenly I find myself going to sleep before him while he is up rambling away to his friends.
I was already instructed NOT to talk to him at the bagel breakfast this morning or the fifth grade big party this evening.
Once your child thinks you aren’t cool enough to be spoken to in public, you know they are growing up.
How do you feel about running without your Garmin or GPS app?
Ever experience the side stitch?
Best thing you ate all weekend?