Let’s start off by saying that the weather this weekend was not conducive to running. On Friday morning, it was a balmy 5 degrees with a “real feel” somewhere below zero. Guilt-free I decided that my trusty treadmill was the way to go….until I saw another runner on Instagram who ran outside in the same weather. A little bit a guilt crept in and I briefly considered running outside to be a “real” runner, but you know what? That’s just stupid. I have been having trouble getting into the swing of exercise since emerging from the first trimester, so if I was already pumped and ready for an indoor run, why jeopardize that with thoughts and comparisons of some runner I had never met? To that runner; kudos for getting out there and braving the cold. To me and all the treadmill runners: kudos for lacing up and hopping on that ‘mill. Both are tough!
Yeah, no thanks!
I did 4.5 treadmill miles with 2.25 of them at intervals. Mind you, they were not blazing speed intervals- somewhere in the vicinity of an 8:20-8:40 pace, but I felt amazing and happy to finally be working on speed.
My best Frenemy.
**I do find it weird that when I ran outside last weekend (in the cold) that I kept roughly an 8:45 pace the whole run despite hills and felt good. I think two things were at play here. 1) I was so damn cold last weekend that I ran as fast as I could just to keep warm and 2) the treadmill, as I have mentioned before is largely a mental exercise and I am not very strong in that area yet.
But I digress.
4.5 miles boom bam over and done. Felt SO good. We spent the rest of the day at Toys ‘R’ Us picking out a few small gifts for Riley for Christmas, grocery shopping, and making delightful Gouda and Apple Stuffed Chicken for dinner. Two thumbs up on THAT recipe. I should have taken a photo.
Saturday morning, Riley woke us up at about 6am so no sleeping in. As we were lying in bed with her bouncing around, we watched a transformer blow outside and out went our power. We spent the morning eating oatmeal and tea (thank goodness for a gas stove), enjoying playtime by candlelight because the day was so gray and rainy, and layering our clothes to stay warm. It turned out to be a really fun morning and the power (and heat!) came on just as Riley was going down for a nap. Score.
They Melt My Heart
Yesterday consisted of an easy 2.3 mile treadmill run at 10:00 pace and blueberry pancakes. Then baking ALL THE CHRISTMAS COOKIES. I love baking, so between the smell of freshly baked cookies and my post-run high I was in my happy place all day. The final count is 326 cookies and not a single one burnt. Hallelujah! I don’t know how I managed.
We have: Peanut Butter Cookies, Gluten Free Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies, Coconut Macaroons, Thumbprints (my personal favorite), Chocolate Wows, and Almond Macaroon Fingers. Now don’t worry, we don’t eat them all; some go to Dave’s parents and a majority go to my parents for their Christmas Eve party. That is, if I can go all week without eating them (I can blame pregnancy, right?)
This morning I did 50 minutes of prenatal yoga and now here we are. Less than a week from Christmas. Who’s still staying motivated and getting their workouts in? Who’s working their way through the cookies and other holiday treats (no shame in that game)? And who’s managing to do both?