The Little Heart Beats So Fast

Another wicked bout of insomnia last night. Was up until 6 am for no reason. Was going to let it destroy all my plans for the day (and indeed I did not get any marking done) but after another meeting for my group project I decided that damnit, I was getting five runs in this week.

Headed out once it was dark, which is easily my favourite time to run, and just after it finished raining apparently, which is also another favourite of mine. I always fear that I will be too cold, but about 7 minutes of pumping blood cures that really quickly.

Again I went with the time goal, wanting to run for at least half an hour. My pace was pretty modest for the first 10 minutes, and while I did push myself a lot more for the middle third, I never felt like I hit any of my previous highs of exertion. But I just felt like I needed easing backing into the routine. It's ridiculous how easy even just two days off made it to throw off the rhythm. I saw how easily it would be to give things up like I normally do.

So anyways, I did a 31 minute run, and the distance I covered was 5.196 kilometers. So even though I felt like I wasn't pushing myself really (except for the last 5 minutes which were killer) I actually shaved some time off, and moreover, was able to do 5k with less effort.

When I got back I collapsed on the chair outside on our deck. I could feel the blood pumping in my head, in my chest, exactly to the 4/4 beat of the music in my headphones. Talk about a pacemaker.

Albums bumped while running: The Field's From Here We Go Sublime.



Stay true.

Rest/Stress Part 2

My plans to run today were destroyed by a recent tendency to hit the snooze button for an hour and then just turn it off and go back to sleep. I'm a long time insomniac of sorts - or perhaps just on a different sleep cycle. My normal bedtime is 4:00 am, and even when I have to get up early, I find it difficult to go bedwise any earlier. So I will get 8 hours of sleep if its possible (or 9 or so like I did today) but if I have commitments, sometimes as little as 4 hours a night. It's probably one of the biggest factors interfering with me getting active, as I usually have to use what is left with the day (as I can't really work at night anymore despite being up that late anyways) to get my external responsibilities completed.

And that's what happened today. Hours and hours straight of reading rhetorical theory on style and figuration, drinking bodums of year-old coffee that I found. This led up to my group meeting, and by the time I was done that it was...well, now.

At least I had a bit of a jog home, despite my lack of proper running shoes and wearing tight jeans. Tomorrow is another day. And if I'm good, I can still get 5 runs in this week.

Plus my left leg is feeling aces again.

Stay true.

Edit: All of my time stamps are messed up! I must have accidentally set the wrong time zone. This makes me look lazy in light of this post. I am not giving up on running at 8:00 at night, I'm giving up at 11:00.