Yesterday, I had a horrible crick in my neck. In the middle of the day, I bent down and when I got up, I lost most of the movement on my neck. Fun.
Luckily this morning, it was a little better. But my workout record for the week was not. I had to get a run in today. And this is just what I had just told my husband when I got a text message from my friend, Tammy, asking me if I was going to Zumba! Damn woman! Now I wanted to go to Zumba. So my little one is taking all of this in and basically worked in a deal. If I would take her outside to play, she would be okay with daddy putting her to bed, so I could go to zumba and then stay for a run.
Deal! We went outside, and she played with the neighbor kids and Snowball, our hamster while I talked to their father, a fellow runner whom I've mentioned here before. Before I knew it, it was 6:50 and time for me to get my cookies to the gym in time to meet Tammy for Zumba.
And Zumba we did. Tangila was there too, and we had a great time. Although I don't love this class as much as Renae's, I still enjoy it and it is fun. It's more of a goofy, blow-off-some-stress kind of fun rather than just working-out fun. There was no Ricky Martin today, but there was The Twist. But between these two non-Latin music songs, I prefer The Twist.
After that, I wanted to run. At night. Tuesday night there were plenty of runners on the bridge, so I figured it would be okay. Since there would be others, running in the dark would probably be doable. And I could still count it as conquering a fear. So I changed my shoes, grabbed my fuel belt, and I took off. I had no music, but I kept hearing Bob Seger's Night Moves in my head. It started off great. About five minutes into the run, I checked the Garmin and my pace was somewhere in the 13 minute mile range, which is really great for me. As I got to the top of the bridge, I decided I wouldn't take a break until I was at my turnaround point, which was 1.13 miles.
The run back was good, but it was a tad bit more initmidating. I was now running and not facing traffic, although I did have cows on the other side. And then some ass in a truck drove by and honked at me. Really? It's 8:30 and night, and I'm running alone, and you're going to honk at me? You're not funny Mr. Man in the truck. You're just a jerk! Then I finally get my heart rate to a normal elevated level, and someone else honks, although I think this time they were actually honking at another car. I felt more at ease when I made it to the top of the bridge, and I the rec center was back in view. I took one quick break to take a sip of water, and then I ran the rest of it in.
The run was 2.3 miles with an average pace of 4.2 mph. My best speed was 4.9, and to be honest I'm quite surprised that my average pace isn't a little higher because everytime I checked the Garmin my pace was better than that. But that's okay. I'm still very happy with it.
My friend Shelly messaged me today with the running quote I love so much. I thought of her, I thought of this quote, I thought of Coach Ric and Coach Dan's encouraging words and how it's not supposed to be easy. I think it was better than having music.
And now that I've conquered my fear of running at night, I've got my rock moves AND my night moves.