I lost the urge to journal yesterday and today. I've been feeling a little low. It has nothing to do with my pursuit of running. It has everything to do with just about every other facet of my disorganized and disheveled life. Exercise is an escape. It's the one area of life where I feel like I have some control and success.
I ran on Sunday, choosing to rest on Saturday. I did my old 4S Ranch 10K course, keeping about an 8:30 pace. I tightened up afterwards, but the calf felt solid.
Monday was a busy day even though I worked from home and didn't get to the office. Not getting to the office meant I didn't go to the gym. By the time night fell, it was a foregone conclusion that any designs on running would have to wait.
Today, I did carve out time for a run on the treadmill. I got in 40 minutes including warmup, 30 of which was at a good 8:00 pace or better. Unfortunately, the calf muscle ache flared up again, but I just think it's scar tissue. I'm planning on 2-3 more light runs before Sunday, so I'll have to keep a watch on the muscle and be careful.
Quin and I got a pushup/situp session in tonight too. I almost blew it off since I wasn't feeling all that well. But Quin was motivated, and that motivated me. Glad we did it.
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