It’s no secret that I’m NOT a morning person, right?
Well, I need to start working on that. You see, in order to keep up with the level of training I’ll need to do for my next planned race – my first Olympic distance triathlon – I’m going to need to do real two-a-day workouts during the week instead of the fake ones that got me through sprint training.
(According to yours truly, a fake two-a-day = back to back workouts in the evening. While a REAL two-a-day = one workout in the morning, one workout in the evening.)
So this morning I thought I’d try my hand at my first morning workout in a looooong time.
Once I was actually out of bed & moving it wasn’t too bad! It’s that getting out of bed part that I struggle the most with…although really, even if I didn’t have to get up until 9am I’d still want to lay there indefinitely…bed is just sooooo comfy…I’ve gotten off track, haven’t I?
My plan was to run an easy 3 miler. But plans changed at 1.25 when I twisted my ankle – I sweear, this effing thing is going to be the death of me! I got to the 2 mile mark and called it a day. (3 just seemed like pushing it on the freshly twisted tendons.)
Luckily the 3 mile course keeps me close to home so cutting it short was no problem.
I was even a good little girl & did some stretching when I was done!
See those little spots on my knee? It’s actually sweat! It was super humid while I was running & I was covered in sweat drops like that! (I also discovered it’s nearly impossible to get a picture of my own shoulder blade with my cell phone.)
At least it wasn’t a billion degrees out…there just might be something to this whole morning workout thing after all.