On Sunday I did something I’d never done before: I ran for 10 miles. I didn’t set out planning to do that, but after I’d been running for a while I kept saying "why not keep going?" and then 10 miles seemed like a good goal to push for. Because it was unplanned, though, I didn’t bring along any water and got pretty parched. Still– it wasn’t too strenuous and I feel fairly confident that, with a little prep (like a dang water bottle) I could easily get to a half-marathon. It wasn’t a fast run, just over 11’00"/1:53, but heck, I’m still pretty happy about it. The hardest part seems to be finding the time for longer runs… not just the actual running time, but the aftermath where I feel like a potato for a couple hours.
There was a surreal moment when I realized that I was running by a shopping center that we’d driven to many times that seemed kind of far away, we always got there by highway (I was about 5 miles out at that point). I sent my husband a text "hey I’m at the Home Depot" and he said "so far!!" I just massively expanded the areas available to me on foot…
Today I went to the gym and lifted some. I’m not feeling super strong lately but I haven’t been pushing too hard either. The morning sessions were supposed to be my intense heavy sessions with the easier 5×5 with my husband in the evening, but I’ve sort of been happy to slack along with his 5×5 program progress.
Bench – 10x45lb, 5x95lb, 5x115lb, 4x5x125lb
Squat – ROM drill x10, 9x45lb (my hip felt hitchy and I decided to save heavier squat for the evening)
Row – 5x5x75lb
Bonus 2×10 – biceps, triceps, rear delt flys, one-arm rows
Last post I was talking about having to move a 5 yd^3 pile of dirt, and I speculated that I’d have to do it all. I was right. 3 hours of shoveling and hauling dirt in a wheelbarrow and dumping it all over the yard. I’m lucky that I’m pretty sturdy; it seems like otherwise nothing would ever get done.
I was feeling a little bit of resentfulness about all the work. And then I remembered how much work my mom took on for years while my dad was out of commission while he recovered from surgery after surgery when I was a kid. She worked, she cooked, she did the yard work (I had as many chores as I could handle, but I was still just a kid). I can’t imagine how angry she must’ve been sometimes. Would it be weird to sit down with her sometime and say thanks? I feel like I should.