It ended up that my weekend kind of revolved around running in a lot of ways. Imagine that.
After my hot 8-miler on Friday that I killed before it killed me, I spent a little time with friends and unfortunately stayed up a wee bit too later.
After only 4 hours of sleep, I was up at 5:30am to volunteer at a local 5K. I really enjoy working the races I don't run, and it's especially fun when it's one where I see a lot of people I know. I saw cousins, I saw people from the church I grew up in, and I even saw a couple of guys I ran cross country with back in high school. It was good times, and I always enjoy getting to watch a race.
It was a sales tax holiday weekend here in TN, so I picked up a friend to go do a little shopping. Being unemployed and all, I'm not really itching to spend a lot of money shopping these days. However, I knew I was going to need a new pair of running shoes before Chicago. Why not get them now when they're tax free? Plus, I had won a gift card to Fleet Feet through one of the Runner's Lounge forums.
I walked in, tried on the newest pair of my beloved Brooks Adrenalines and managed to get out of there with them and a pair of socks for $85. Score. I won't start wearing them just yet, but it's nice to have them ready to go when it's time to break them in.
I spent a little time poolside and then had dinner with my dad, but I totally crashed at 8:30. I never go to bed that early, but I am so glad I was able to get a lot of sleep.
My plan on Sunday was to get up early and run my 13-miler before the heat really kicked in. However, when I woke up I was SUPER congested. So I took some medicine and went back to bed, knowing I can't very well run when I can't breathe and have a terrible headache. When I got up, I knew there was no way I could tolerate the crazy hot weather.
So I did what most of us hate to do. I went to the gym and ran on the treadmill. Ugh. Fortunately, I happened to get there shortly after The Parent Trap came on tv (the newer one with Lindsay Lohan, one of the only movies of her's that I can stand to watch). This kept me mostly distracted, but after 10 miles I was done. I just couldn't bring myself to run one more mile on that blasted treadmill. I decided that since it was a recovery week anyways that skipping 3 miles shouldn't really make much of a difference in the grand scheme of things.
I still feel pretty good about the decision today. I don't think I hurt myself any with this one. I've got 18 coming up on Sunday, so I can torture myself plenty then.