It’s cold outside. It’s been snowing the past two days. When lunchtime came today, I looked out the window. I saw a blizzard. I couldn’t even make out the outline of the mountain we live next to. The snow was heavy and wet. I didn’t want to go outside, but I didn’t have a good alternative plan. So I got dressed in my shorts and t-shirt and realized that wasn’t going to cut it. I added a sweatshirt and a hat. That seemed just about right.

I knew the sweatshirt was much heavier than the light-weight sports shirt I normally wear running, so I figured I would wind up a little more tired at the end than usual, but nothing too extreme. As I ran, the snow piled up on the sweatshirt and hat. I was nice and warm inside. Unfortunately, that made most the snow on the sweatshirt melt, which made the sweatshirt even heavier. My shoes were also sopping wet and a little heavier than normal. I think the worst part was the snow. It was blowing around and seemed to fly into my eyes no matter which direction I headed.

I told myself I would find a way to just plow through it. I would be slow, but I would make it. This would be three days in a row with no walking. That would mean something. When I got to the big hill on Ironwood, I wasn’t sure I would make it. My breathing switched from 2/3 to 2/2. I found a way to get to the top, but I didn’t seem to be catching my breath. I was on the flat, but I was still stuck breathing a 2/2 rhythm. I was hurting. I slowly worked my way back to a 2/3 by the time I was heading down the last hill. I stayed at 2/3 back up the other side and onto Mesquite. I finally started feeling good as I rounded Mesquite and headed home.

31:02

Something magical must be happening. There’s no reason I should have been that fast today. It was a battle almost the whole way. I guess I’m glad I fought that battle. That’s three best times in a row. And that’s the first time that has happened. I just hope the weather clears up and I’m able to run without the extra gear.

My legs were sore yesterday. I started talking about possibly taking a few days off from running to let my legs recover. I thought I was serious, but somehow I found myself running again today. I didn’t particularly want to run today, and I especially didn’t want to push myself too hard. It is absolutely beautiful outside today, and I wanted to spend some time outside enjoying it. I thought about taking a ride on my scooter instead of doing my daily run. I thought about just walking the route to enjoy the great weather. But in the end I decided to run.

I started off slowly and never really picked up the pace. I kept telling myself that I didn’t have to run too hard, because I was going to run the whole loop again today, and that would make up for not going fast. I knew that wasn’t the ideal situation, but I figured it was fine, since I was at least out there running. I kept thinking the loop will get easier each time I do it. I don’t think I realized how much truth there was in that thought until I finished and looked at my time.

31:15

How did that happen? I didn’t run hard. I didn’t push myself. I barely even picked up the pace for the home stretch. So how did I get my best time yet? I’m still a bit confused about it. Maybe I should just go through the motions more often?

When I opened the door to see how warm it was today, I got blown back inside the house. The wind was really strong. So I looked up the weather forecast for today… heavy wind, rain, and snow… continuing for most the week. I had been toying with the idea of signing up for the “Ice-breaker” triathlon this weekend, but there’s no way I’m biking and running in rain and snow at 25 degrees while I’m soaking wet after the swim portion. At the same time, I realized my chances for running this week may be diminished, so I better hurry up and get out there.

I knew I had to run the whole loop today. I knew it as soon as I wrote it last Friday. I thought about that a few times this weekend. I was worried that it would be extremely difficult to pull off. It wasn’t. Running up the last bit of the hill on Sycamore wasn’t any more difficult than walking had been. Continuing to run along Sandalwood was a little tougher, but I was able to regain my rhythm after a house or two and then it was just a fun run to the finish line.

31:19

My tradition of setting a new record each Monday continues.

I wound up going out to lunch with some former coworkers today. Originally I figured doing so would mean not running, but somewhere in the back of my head I kept saying, “or you could run when you get back.” And that’s what I did. Let me just say eating a burger and fries right before running is not the best choice. I felt it bouncing around inside as I tried to run. I don’t recommend it.

I ran slower right from the start today. I was basically coasting through the first mile or two. Then I walked up the hill at Sycamore, even though I think I could have stayed running. I figured if I did run up that hill that I would have to take a break when I got to the top and that would suck. But I think I’m to the point where I can run the whole loop. Now I just need to prove it.

After walking a little bit, I ran the rest of the way home. The last mile actually felt pretty good. Lunch had stopped bothering me and my legs and breathing were in rhythm, which isn’t always the case at the end of the loop.

32:40

I did finish a full minute slower than Wednesday, but I’m still glad I went out there and got it done.

I don’t know if running is normally a psychological sport the way swimming is, but it seems to be that way for me. If I don’t feel good by the time I’m rounding that first corner, it turns into a tough run for me. Today was one of those days. I’m still fighting a bit of a cold and didn’t sleep well last night. I woke up around 5 and couldn’t get back to sleep. But somehow I kept thinking it would be a good run today. I was sure. I had taken the day off yesterday, so my legs had a chance to rest up for today. I might even finish the loop without walking at all. I kept thinking that all morning… right until I took the first few steps out the front door.

By the time I was rounding that first corner and facing the first hill, I was already wondering if I should walk. I haven’t even considered walking up that hill in weeks. When I got to the hill, I made a choice. I chose to run. I didn’t decide to run up that first hill. I decided to run at least as much as I ran on Monday. That turned out to be a very tough decision, but I’m glad I was strong enough (mentally) to stick to it. Several times during the run I kept thinking about all the “reasons” I had for not feeling bad about walking, but I pushed through them all. The only time I walked was up the hill at Sycamore. The last mile was especially brutal. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t fast. But it wasn’t walking.

A lot of times as I climb the last little hill and turn onto Mesquite, I know if I’m in contention for a new record. When I climbed that hill today, I had no idea. I didn’t let it stop me. I pushed hard around the last corner and may have even been “running” again by the time I got back.

31:41

When I beat the record by one second, can I doubt the value of that last push? Will I ever let myself walk to the finish line again? Let’s hope not.

Yesterday I wasn’t feeling well. I took some NyQuil and sucked on cough drops all night. This morning I felt like I had been drugged. All morning I kept thinking about what, if anything, I would post when I didn’t run at lunch. Suddenly it was lunchtime. I wasn’t feeling drugged anymore, but I certainly wasn’t feeling better. Still, I decided I would at least walk my route, so I went downstairs and changed into my running clothes.

I figured I would run until the first hill and then walk. I got to the first hill and I saw two other runners ascending the other road to the top… and I knew they saw me, so I had to make it to the top, and I had to be first (I’m not competitive at all). That didn’t solve my problem. There I was at the top, with the other runners closing in. I had to keep running so I could stay ahead. I figured I would need to run at least until the big park in the middle of The Cedars.

When I got to the park and rounded the corner, I could see that both of the other runners had not followed me into The Cedars. I didn’t need to run anymore to appease my ego, but I just kept running anyway. It was really nice outside, what I consider the perfect weather for running – around 50 degrees and mostly cloudy with a slight breeze. I passed the 1 mile marker with no trouble and headed down through mile 2.

I usually run some segments on the street and other segments on the sidewalk. I realized that I have always been running on the sidewalk when I run up hills. I thought I might be doing that to give myself some sort of crutch, in case I switched to walking during the climb. Today I decided I would turn the corner by the church near the mile 2 checkpoint and stay on the road. It’s a big hill, and I almost always walk part of it… always on the sidewalk. Staying on the road was a commitment to run to the top of the hill. I wanted to get out of that commitment about half way up the hill, but I stuck with it until the corner at Sycamore. At that point I walked up the short hill on Sycamore, on the sidewalk, as you probably guessed.

At the top of that short hill I started running again. Soon I was smiling. I wasn’t having any trouble running, despite how I had been feeling earlier. I knew I was going to run the rest of the way home. I knew it would be a good time. I wasn’t sure if it would be another record, because I didn’t know if I had been running slower than my normal pace up to that point, but I was very happy. I pushed a little harder that last mile and really felt good.

31:42

One of the reasons I was able to convince myself to run today is that I probably won’t be running tomorrow. A bunch of the guys I know from FamilyLink and Ryati are going out to the west side of Utah Lake to shoot some guns over lunch. It will be fun. I’ll enjoy it more knowing that I ran so well today.

I thought all morning about how today was going to be “the day”. I was going to run the whole loop without walking. And I was going to run faster on the running portions than I have been running. It was going to be amazing.

It started off mixed. It’s a beautiful day, but much much warmer than any time I’ve previously tried to run. But I came out of the front gate going fast. I went fast all the way to the 1 mile marker. Then I went fast all the way to the 2 mile marker, but I was breaking down on my way there. My legs started to hurt. Right around the 2 mile marker I switched to walking.

It takes a lot longer to catch your will than it does to catch your breath. For some reason, I had lost my will to keep going and I couldn’t seem to get it back. I walked up the hill past the VH logo. I kept walking around the corner and up onto Sandalwood. I tried to run again, but it didn’t last more than a house or two, and then I was back to walking again. I did finally run down the hill into the circle and up the next hill onto Mesquite, but then I was back to walking. I must have walked 4 or 5 minutes total. I did finish out the loop running, but I knew I had failed to do what I set out to do.

33:42

It’s actually a pretty good time considering how much I walked. I guess that means I just pushed too hard in the beginning. I need to stop worrying about the records and start worrying about finishing the loop without walking.

Normally we ride our bike trainers on Monday nights, but we didn’t ride last night. I wondered if that would have much impact on my run today. I think it did.

32:21

That’s a new personal best for the second day in a row. Every Tuesday prior to this has been a couple minutes slower than my Monday run, so I’m chalking this up to not spinning last night. That doesn’t mean I’m glad that we didn’t spin. I think we need to spin more often than we are, so I’ll make sure we hit the bikes tonight, and tomorrow will be a nice day off.

Although I ran the exact same loop today and although I only walked the exact places I walked yesterday, it was a very different run. Yesterday was light and easy. Today was heavy and hard. Yesterday the roads were dry. Today they were covered in snow. Nothing hurt during or after the run yesterday. Today I was pretty tight and sore when I got home.

But I still had a big smile on my face as I crested the final hill and knew I would make it the rest of the way home. I guess it wasn’t all that different after all.

It’s cold outside. It’s supposed to be snowing all day, but so far it’s just a cold rain. I debated heavily if I should run today or not, but in the end I realized I had to run.

As I rounded the corner by the church at about the 2 mile marker, I realized that I hadn’t walked at all. I’m not sure, but I think that’s a record for me. I ran a little ways up the hill, to about the Van Halen logo etched in the sidewalk, then walked up and around the corner. I had caught my breath by then, and it was easy to run the rest the way home.

32:33

I really felt great today. Sure, I let myself walk a little when my breathing wasn’t keeping up, but my legs never felt tired or sore. Even after coming home and stretching a bit I still don’t feel any ill effects. I’m really starting to enjoy this.