Sure it wasn't Monday?

Today was one of those days that just felt like a Monday.  I had a bit of a headache in the morning, and didn't feel well most of the day.  The alarm went off at six o'clock this morning, but I didn't get up to run.  I was up late last night, so I figured I could run in the evening, after work. When I did get home, I got busy around the house, and it was still bright and fairly hot--conditions I don't really like.  Soon, dinner was on the table, and I hate the concept of running on a full tummy. I was ready to give it up for the day, but Mrs. F told me she was going for a bike ride.  I told her I'd go for a run at the same time, if she'd wait a bit while the food settled. We waited around about an hour, and then we headed out.

I took a 2.8 mile route, one to which Mrs. F introduced me a week or so ago, with what she calls "a wicked hill." It wasn't a great run this evening--all effort, all the time.  The air was so thick and humid as I began.  About two blocks in, I noticed a small stone in my shoe.  It wasn't sharp, so I continued on to the top of the first hill where I stopped and took it out.  I continued on, the evening sun beating down on me, and I was simply hot, sore, and uncomfortable.  I was so glad I was wearing my sunglasses.

When I took a turn southward, I caught a face full of wind, and that felt wonderful.  The run, itself, was still tedium, but at least I felt cooler now.  I didn't spend much time looking around today.  I just ran on, keeping my feet in tune to a mental cadence that sounded some form of the Magnum P.I. theme.

Mrs. F soon caught up to me with the bike, while I was going up the steepest incline on the route.  I talked her through adjusting her gears so that she could up-shift as she climbed, and I think I ended up taking the hill too fast.  When I got to the top, I was well-winded and had to walk for a bit.  I soon resumed  and ran past the two mile point while Mrs. F rode on.  Soon she circled around to me and stayed alongside for the balance of the route.  I decided to end the run early, when I came to a specific intersection about a half mile from the house. That kept my run to about 2.3 miles, and I walked the rest of the way home. 

My lower back and outer abs are a bit sore, as are my glutes and my quads at my hips, but other than that, I feel fine. We'll see what tomorrow brings.

Mrs. F is slated to run again tomorrow morning.  I'm thinking about going with her, just to get back on the same schedule.  Otherwise, my next one will be Thursday.