After staying up until an ungodly hour trying to get a project done, I forgot to unset my alarm. Even worse, the alarm was on my phone, which was in another room. I had to get up. It had only been 6 hours - which, for me, is a miserable, miserable night of sleep.
Even more miserable? It was not raining. In fact, there was almost sort of sun. One of the reasons I stayed up past 1 doing work was based on the weather report of 24 hours of rain. I figured I wouldn't be running anyway, and I don't need as much sleep to just go to a spin class. But, no! Cruel, cruel world: I had no excuse not to run.
So, first run after the half marathon. The nice thing about being slow is that I don't really have a "race" mode, which means that I don't seem to need as much rest after races as I could. Maybe that's also because I don't push myself that hard. Could be.
Despite my lethargy, I came to some realizations while I was out there last night. Such as...:
Fact: I started at the bottom of this hill, then I got to the top of it. See those tiny cars down there? I ran past them, half a mile earlier. That's pretty cool.
Fact: A lot of people in my neighborhood evidently like to smoke pot on the way home from work. That is not cool.
Fact: This course is less erratic than my Garmin's elevation profile shows. It starts off with a very, very nice rolling downhill, which I flew down, and then picks up gradually over about a mile. Then, it drops down again for a few blocks before about a mile of solid hill.
Fact: That mile of hill sucks. SUCKS! It's punctuated by these terrible faux-crests, where you think you're at the top of the hill and you finally reach the peak and then you realize that that hill keeps going at a slightly lower incline.
This route used to defeat me, but yesterday it was no big deal. Yes, I slowed down a fair bit (I love how the Garmin says I maxed out at a 2:54 minute/mile - bless you, Garmin). But I ran the whole thing, minus one half block where I was so disheartened by a faux-crest that I slowed. Per Garmin, my paces were not as inconsistent as I would have suspected. (The route is on city streets, so the stop-and-go of the paces are about 30 blocks of crosswalks and streetlights.)
In fact, I felt so good after 3.5 that I strapped on my VFFs and took the dog for another .4 around the block. Lovely night.
Fact: There's more than a little truth to the old adage that you regret the runs you don't take.