I don’t know where the week has gone. I feel like every day is a blur of running, being irritated with my son and doing something pertaining to making dinner. Except I can’t remember doing much cooking.
I’m trying to motivate myself out of bed this morning because it’s gorgeous outside and I have a 50 minute run on my schedule and I’d like to go to yoga afterwards. Coffee has only been marginally successful at waking me up.
I’m going to blame my personal trainer who gave me some agility exercises to perform on Tuesday. Most of them made me feel like a major clod. I managed to amuse the hell out of some daycare kids at the YMCA. Luckily I don’t embarrass easily over stuff like that. I mean, what do I care if people point at my clumsiness? I’m glad I can give them a good giggle.
However, whatever those agility exercises were supposed to do, my calves have been crampy and sore the last couple days. It probably didn’t help that I did an 11 mile tempo run (4 miles at tempo pace of 7:40) yesterday. This morning my calves are all “hell, no”. This is what I get for wanting to improve my range of motion and get lighter on my feet?