I know I'm not alone in saying that Sundays can be rough sometimes. Real rough. The phrase "a case of the Mondays" lived beyond 1999 for a reason. For years I've wasted entire Sundays dreading going back to work the next day. Don't get me wrong - I love my job and I work for a really fantastic employer that values my contribution. But somehow even with all that, the transition itself from Sunday -> Monday = 😬 . So this morning's run felt therapeutic. I woke up, ate, and left almost immediately. This works best for me or I'll procrastinate for hours - just ask my husband.
I plotted a 9-mile loop for today's run. Loops are much more interesting especially in San Francisco where it means experiencing multiple micro-climates, views of oceans, views of mountains, views of downtown, and more than likely seeing something "only in SF." It's never boring and drinking fountains seem to magically appear right when I need them! Golden Gate Park had some cool foggy twisty paths. Normally when I take my long sleeve off, it stays off, but today it was on / off / on /off. The weather here in July is not exactly like most other places in the country!
Some of the plants and flowers you see in the park look downright prehistoric. The park part was pretty slow for me but it was intentional. I'm shooting for negative splits for CIM so I need to practice going very slow out of the gate. This is pretty hard for me. Miles 1-2 are always the most difficult for me. I'm constantly adjusting my form, my clothes, my pace, etc.
What I wasn't really anticipating were the pretty ridiculous hills on miles 6-7. I slowed down pretty dramatically but then was able to pick up the pace for the final couple of miles. I keep telling myself it's okay to run more than a 10-minute mile. For a very long time I saw running over a 10-minute mile as a failure on my part. But if it means less injuries and the ability to go longer distances, then it's okay. At least I'm out there doing it!
When I got home I took the boys to the park to give daddy a break. We played hide-and-seek a dozen times. The youngest doesn't really get it. He laughed hysterically every time I got close to his hiding spot. We took advantage of one of the par-course stops to stretch our backs! Then I went home to attempt yoga. You see how well that went.