You know, rest days are really funny. Or maybe my rest days are funny because I haven’t had a true rest day yet, and the universe is out to mock me.

I’ve noticed that ever since I started exercising and running, my sleep has been a little more regulated and I normally wake up any time between 5-6AM in the morning, but generally at 5:30AM. Generally, waking up early enough isn’t a problem for me in order to get my run out of the way, but actually getting myself out the door and out the pavement.

I woke up yesterday sluggish and with a lot of hesitation on going out for a run; it didn’t help that the weather was cold and rainy/sprinkly. Now, I was never one to let a little bit of rain stop me from going out on a run, but as I was unsure of how much time I had before going to work, I decided to stay in. I figured it was as good a day as any to call it my rest day since I didn’t know if the weather would be like that all day.

But then I thought, well, if I’m going to take a rest day then I might as well do some activity, right? Else, that’s just kind of lazy (to me). I pulled out the 30DS again and did level one. Then, later on at work, I was thinking it’d be nice to go for a walk since the rained stopped. I was wearing heels and so I ended up walking only a mile, but it was a pretty slowwww rough mile on my feet.

Well, after work and after having a stomach filled with food, I thought I could at least attempt to go for my daily 5K since the weather was cloudy but still no rain. To me, it seems like such a bad idea to go for a run later on in the day because it feels like I’m more likely to throw up after running. Does any one else have this feeling too?

Just on a tangent, do you guys ever feel funny in exercise clothes? I noticed lately that I am MUCH MUCH MUCH more likely to wear athletic clothes out while not exercising because they’re so damn comfortable. I do eventually work out in them. But I’ve always scrunched my nose at people who wear them all the time but don’t actually work out in them. I think it looks funny. Iono, maybe I’m an exercise-clothes-snob. It’s sort of the same with pajamas. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve done it before but generally I always frown upon it on myself. I couldn’t care less what others do. But I did think it was sort of funny to wear athletic clothes everywhere -_- …

Anyhow, I bought a new pair of shorts to work out in. The only thing is that they’re BRIGHT AS HECK and they feel sort of baggy like I’m wearing a pair of shorts made out of air.


See?
They were like $7 at Target, so I thought why not? I noticed that when you’re wearing a lot of white and hot pink, you tend to draw attention to yourself. And I learned that lesson as I was running to the harbor again and I got a lot of creepy looks. But then again, I like hot pink. You should see how much hot pink I have in my room. And when I get to wear hot pink (which I can’t in my everyday outfits), it makes me feel cute and good about myself for exercising. So I’m still on the fence about them.

Well, since I still had “IT’S MY REST DAY!!!!” on my mind, it took me a while to get out of the house. My roommate is out of town for the week so I have the apartment all to myself, which means I can do whatever I want save for the morning/evenings when the guys downstairs come up to feed my roommate’s cats. I’d do it, but I don’t really like her cats. -___- And the guys have cats so they’d know how to take care of them better. Anyway, she’s gone and she’s totally the stereotypical cat lady so she set out a lot of cat food for them.



Meh. Cat food. The cats over eat and throw up and I have to clean it up -___-.

Yeah. Anyway. My run started out like it always does — I warm up and then on the first minute, I think, “Oh god it’s going to be one of those days again where I can barely run and stop every 1/4 mile.” I tell myself that I can’t do it. It’s hard. It’s my rest day. Don’t you hate those times?

But I start to run harder, and tell myself that I can keep going, and from then on it’s a push to get through the 3.1 miles. And you know what? I do get through it. I’m sure a lot of people looked at me funny when I was holding my ribcage and grimacing in pain at the very end, but I did it. And then I get the urge to keep going while I was at it (and I originally planned a 4 out and back). Normally, what I do is run 5K as hard as I can, and then the rest is at my leisure since I don’t want to push myself too hard. But then I run a whole 10K. If only I knew I could do it that far, I would’ve pushed harder!

Overall, I ran a total of 6.2miles yesterday, and walked a total of 6miles. How is that for a rest day?

My 3.1K time was 29:33 - 9:32 pace
Splits
— #1: 9:47
— #2: 9:16
— #3: 9:50

My 10K time was 1:02:00. I sort of ran and ran and ran and stopped at 6miles, and then realized a full 10K was only .2miles away and ran like hell. Now I’m sitting here wondering if I could do a 10K under 1:00:00.

But either way, I was very happy with myself ;) I liked the 10K distance a lot more than the 5K because I think I can pace myself better on a longer run, rather than starting out slow, going fast and knowing I’ll be done in a bit and slowing down (it is, after all, like 75% mental). I walked a couple miles after the run — well, maybe I had no choice because I was far from home — and I just couldn’t WAIT to drink a whole pitcher of water.

When I did, it was great.

I love water.

Water is good.


I think I was on my fifth full cup of water, lol.

Anyway, I cooked, ate, showered and cocoa-buttered up and fell asleep not too long after that. I was wiped out. And this morning, I woke up early again but my legs are sore and so I’m not going to do too much activity on them right now.

I guess I can call today a “rest day” too and see what happens later :)