Muscle Hangover
The sun was up and I had 12-14 miles on my list of things to do. I rolled over in bed and felt the muscle soreness all throughout my body. My arms, pectorals, abdominals, and legs were ALL sore from a night of holiday partying.
It began as the usual family gathering. The fact that we were gathering for Christmas in January, although last year we did it in February, was due to my brother-in-law’s loss. As usual, the meal was fabulous.
During dinner, Chris began talking about her new goal for 2007 to begin jogging. Paired up with a jogging partner, Chris already had one workout. Although she told her partner that she “cannot talk” and gave instructions “I’ll bring my iPOD and you bring your iPOD.” The only problem was that her partner did not follow her directions. The result was that he began talking and talking, and by the time they had traveled one corporate block he was too tired to go on. They are attempting to jog again on Monday. Chris warned him again to “bring your i-POD!”
Well this somehow led to questions of my family on fitness in general. Before long we were doing push-ups, sit-ups, and all sorts of abdominal exercised. The sore tummies lead to more conservative helpings of cherry brownies. Then we all danced to music from the various family members’ iPods for over 2 hours.
Of course we finished off the night with singing with our dolly microphones. It was no wonder that I had a muscle hangover after all of that partying. By 10 am I was dressed and heading out to the open space preserve for a hilly long run.
Garminia cannot seem to communicate clearly to the satellites from the open space. The lovely scenery distracts her and tree filled hills. To be sure that I stayed within Coach’s pace range, I took the time to calculate the target time for each of the key landmarks along my route.
My run seemed to be going well. I was hitting my landmarks right on target until I came my turn around point. I was 5 minutes early. I was puzzled. Examining the signs, it appeared that my 13 mile route was indeed a mile short on distance. As I ran back to the starting point I ran the numbers through my head. It just couldn’t be. I’ve been calling this route 13 miles for at least two years now.
No matter how I worked the numbers, it still added up to 12 miles. So I did what any type A runner would do; I added on 1 mile. I did this all at the coach specified pace AND without discomfort. Well, except for the soreness that I created from my exercising, dancing and singing thing.
Posted by Juls.
Filed under All in the family, Running is everything
Posted on Sun, 28 January 2007 at 4:42 pm
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Life is a journey and, for me, running is a huge part of it. Just like a great run, it has easy and tough parts. It is beautiful at times and ugly at others. Hopefully, I will reach the finish feeling good about what I have accomplished and leave a long trail of bread crumbs to show, those that wish to know, where I have been.
Love the photo. Glad the run felt good.
29 Jan 07 at 6:40 pm #I can’t think of a better way to induce muscle soreness than spending it as you did. Looks like fun times in your home.
29 Jan 07 at 8:30 pm #You have a fun family!
30 Jan 07 at 11:05 am #nice! i love the fact that the family gathering was so joyful!
30 Jan 07 at 8:16 pm #Looks like a fun time. And OF COURSE you ran another mile to make it 13!
31 Jan 07 at 3:17 pm #