Today is a Monday that I am extremely happy to see, mostly because it’s a new week, and I’m really hoping that this week goes smoother than last week did. I mean, it really can’t get much worse. I still felt a little bit off this weekend, but a rainy and cold Saturday I think was the main culprit.
Friday was a fabulous day for me to start my weekend. We had a work party from 2-4, and after that, our CEO told us to go home for the weekend! Once I got home, I really wanted to tackle a training run, mostly because my body was craving to move around a bit. Plus, the weather was perfect and the foliage was beautiful, and I knew I had to get out there and enjoy it.My training run called for me to run 2 sets of 30 minutes, the last training run that would give me a walking break. My run started off feeling really great, and I decided that I would just run until I needed to use that 1 minute walking break. Turns out that I didn’t even need it until mile 4.4, when I started to feel a little tired after a long rolling hill. Aside from that moment, this was the best I’ve ever felt on a run, the longest I’ve ever run, AND I even shaved a minute off of my mile time, which I maintained for the entire run! I was on cloud nine after this run. Proof that proper training really does pay off!
Nothing better than a super successful training run with this view on my cool-down.
I woke up walking around like an old-lady. After a Friday of deadlifts at CrossFit in the morning, followed by my 5.5 mile evening run, my body was a hurting! I was up early around 6, as FitGirl was the main sponsor at a fundraising event that my box and CrossFit Nashua hosted for the 2nd year.
We had an amazing day with sales, and couldn’t get over how many people were buying our shirts and tanks. For all of my CrossFit friends that bought tanks. You guys are amazing and I love you for the support!
I was really exhausted after the event, and I didn’t even work out(!), so I ran a few errands, before crashing on the couch for about an hour. The rest of my evening was spent at my friend Amber’s in-laws house, where we celebrated her father’s life. Her Dad passed away a few weeks ago from an aggressive form of cancer that he was diagnosed with 3 weeks prior; and this was after already losing his leg to a different cancer about 4 years ago. I spent 6 years with this girl, about 4-5 days a week, and she has been such an important person in my life, so it was important for me to be there for her when she needed her loved ones the most.
After not having been able to sleep in since several weekends ago, this was my day to wake up when my body wanted to… which was 7:30 am. Really not sleeping in, but better than 5 am. I’ll take what I can get.
Around 9, after a little strength training, I got ready for my morning training run. I was aiming for 6, but would have been happy with 4 miles.
The run was starting off a little rough, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to manage pulling the run off, which surprised me since I took the day before as a complete rest day. At mile 1.33, I came upon 2 boys playing on the side of the yard/road, with their dog close by. As I got closer, the boy tried to keep his barking dog in his lawn, but the dog got away and when it came at me, I jumped back, but not quick enough, as the dog bit my hand.
I stood there shocked, and with a bloody hand, the boy grabbed his dog, and told me he was going inside to get a band-aid. He soon came out with a first aid kit, and his mother shortly after. After getting bandaged up and the mother giving me her contact information, I took off for the rest of my run. My finger was throbbing, and around mile 2.3, I was getting cramps, so I just decided to head back home, finishing the run at 2.75 miles.
The dog ended up a good chunk out where my cuticle hits my finger, and also on the bottom of my finger, across the part that the top of your finger bends, so I have double the pain. There was blood everywhere, which I think even surprised the little boy. Aside from periods of numbness, my finger is swollen and sore. I’m just happy that it wasn’t my leg the dog bit, and that I won’t be called 9 finger Lewie.
After the dog eating my finger for breakfast, it was time for a gypsy brunch, with the girls from college. In college, and still to this day, Lindsay would read our tarot cards, which earned her the name “gypsy,” which we all took on as well. The gypsies and myself grabbed brunch at Joe’s, which is more of an upscale restaurant. With expensive prices for brunch, I really wasn’t impressed with this $14 dollar plate of a veggie egg white omelet and home fries. I asked them to use a spray instead of oil, and she said that was the reason my omelet did not resemble an omelet. Didn’t make much sense to me since I can make a perfect omelet with spray, but oh well!
I love these girls <3
Aside from the dog bite and feeling a little off Saturday, all in all, I have to say that is was a pretty fabulous weekend!
Have you ever been attacked by an animal on a run?