Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday my legs were heavy and all the miles slow. On Friday I had no expectations of anything better, but five negative miles were in the plan – I managed to pull it off, but my fastest mile was only 10:12. That’s okay; I’m in the base mileage-building phase (or that is what I’m telling myself at least.) Ten miles were on the schedule for today, but I ended up running for time instead – 2 hours (9.4 slow miles – oh well).
I ended the week with nearly 26 miles. My goal for next week is 30 miles. The increase might be a bit of a stretch, but with a 12 miler next Sunday I should be okay. And for your future reference, eating spicy curry the night before a long run is never a good idea. Never. And speaking of never – when was the last time I lifted weights? It’s lift twice or die next week.
Recently, the closest I got to lifting anything was a boot camp I attended a few weeks back. And not just any boot camp, this was Devil Denny’s “I’m Going Whip Your Ass Into Shape or Else” boot camp. I still feel the ouch. I’m a little scared, but I think I’m ready for more torture next week. I’ll have to see how it holds up to Caring Karrie’s Buttcamp. I have pretty high standards ya know. And I want an even higher ass. It’s vain, but I do.
Could it be that my desire to become bootylicious is returning? Never in a million years did I think I would have that feeling again. But it is there. Somewhere. Just don’t tell Yoga Boyfriend. He hasn’t done much for my baggy butt so I haven’t let him out of the box for a while.