The flight from Germany was long, and after 20 hours of traveling, I was finally safe in my sister’s house in Albuquerque. The reason for this little “detour” on my way to Spokane (will be our new place of residence) is because my brother-in-law got into a parachuting accident, and will be in a wheelchair for the next few months. Along with taking care of a hubby who can’t cook his own meals, reach for items that are on shelves or fit into certain parts of their house, my sister also has a one and a half year old and a three year old to care for. To say the least, she needs some help! This week has been filled with a multitude of dirty diapers, cooking, running errands, and tons of cleaning. This cleaning didn’t only happen at my sister’s, but also at my mom’s log home that they are trying sell about a couple of hours away from Albuquerque. Notice I didn’t say blogging or working out? Family comes first, and I’m happy to be here helping them out while I can.
I did manage to sneak out Friday and Saturday for some minor workouts though. Friday, I ventured outside of my sister’s house for a little run. I first intended on running 6 miles, but it was already 85 degrees out at 8:30am. I know what you are thinking: WIMP!! After living in Germany for 2 1/2 years and training in 65-70 degrees in the summer, 85 degrees is hot to me, okay?
Oh, and I was also trying out my new trail runners, ahem, on the pavement: the Montrail Masochist.
The first five minutes my legs just went! After not running since my triathlon this past Sunday, they were ready to get out and play. I was running at an 8 min/ mile pace, and loving it. I almost seemed to be floating. After 10 minutes running at this pace, my breath was starting to become extremely labored. My lungs longed for oxygen.
Oh, that’s right. I’m not running in Germany anymore. I’m running in the high desert at 5,300 feet above sea level instead of 800 feet above sea level. My body was reminding me of that. After about 20 minutes of running outside, I could really feel the heat coming off of the pavement. My heart felt like it was up in my throat. I opted for the 4 1/2 mile version of my run, and headed home. I didn’t drink enough water before the run, and I started out way too late. When I got home, I was covered in sweat. Note to self: start way earlier and drink a lot more water in this climate!
My nephews helped me stretch. Of course, they couldn’t hold still while stretching. They were cracking me up! 😉
Overall, the shoes felt great. I was in a lot of pain during my triathlon last weekend, and I think a big part of it was the fact that I needed new shoes. These had plenty of arch support, and they almost seemed to grip the road. I’m not sure whether that is beneficial when running on the road, but I can see how it would be for a trail.
The next day, the sis and I managed to attend a spin class. It was nice not to be teaching! On the other hand, I sort of critique the instructors since I teach as well. It is bad! This women was nice and cheery, but besides that, she didn’t talk about form, cadence or HR. Her form was downright scary. She was pulling so hard on the pedals and rocking side to side so much that I honestly thought she was going to fall over. Her toes were pointed, and she was hovering which are both NO’s NO’s!! I wish I wasn’t so critical, but people actually get injured when they are making these mistakes, and I’m all about injury prevention. I zoned out during class, and it felt good to get my HR up even though the altitude was still bothering me.
After the spin class, I got in a 30 minute swim in the gym pool. It was so strange because I knew the pool was shorter than the pool that I was used to swimming in Germany. I was getting over to the other side of the pool so fast. I asked a guy there how long the pool was, and he said is was 25 yards! No wonder!! I didn’t realize that there was such a huge difference in a 25 meter long pool and a 25 yard long pool, but I guess there is! I’m going to have to make sure I find a metric pool when I get over to Spokane! I almost felt cheated in my workout because of that.
I’m helping my sis host a BBQ this holiday weekend, obviously!
Please take time this weekend to think about what your freedoms are, and be thankful to the men and women who maintain those freedoms for you. I’m so thankful for my husband and brother-in-law. They both sincerely LOVE serving their country. I’m proud to know them.
What are all you up to??