- morning run = 4.58 miles; time = 1:07:34; average pace 2 14:43
- walked dogs = 2.7 miles total
- afternoon ride = 36.21 miles; time = 3:16:59; average speed @ 11 mph
Running on trails in the dark isn't so bad when I carry a light so I can see where I'm going/stepping. I had been afraid to run on trails in the dark for awhile because I was afraid of tripping. I decided to use my old bike light (fine for walking and running, but not exactly for riding bikes at night). I didn't carry a light for awhile because I wanted lights that I could tie to my shoes. I worry about tripping on rocks, holes, and random stuff that fell from the tree. I got lazy about finding those kinds of lights, so I went with my bike light. I quite enjoyed running on trails in the dark now and I don't have to keep running the same three miles anymore.
My original plan was also to ride in the morning after my run and my ride was to go up Glendora Mountain Road (GMR for short as us cyclists like to use). I struggled so much to find the motivation to ride because it was cold and cloudy (it wasn't cloudy when I went running this morning at 5am), but I managed to muster up enough motivation when it was a little bit sunny. I planned out the ride and figured the distance, but I went into the ride blindly not knowing what the total elevation and I actually underestimated it. I feel like the dad who just throws his kid into the pool for the fastest/best way for his kid to learn how to swim. I'm basically throwing myself into these rides that are pretty hilly because I want to get strong faster, but at the same time, I'm doing too much too soon. It's bothering my back. I did a long ride that was also hilly in January and my back was fine most of the time because I took the time to build up to hilly rides. I feel accomplished yet wiped out and my legs are dead at the same time.
Also during the ride, I felt something crawling inside my helmet. It must have gotten in from the side outside of my peripheral because I didn't see anything fly into my helmet. I immediately stopped (safely) and threw my helmet at the sidewalk. I didn't see anything fly away...must have gone in a different direction. I hope it wasn't a bee. There were a lot of butterflies though and it may have flown into my helmet, but I think I would have seen that easily if it did.
My original plan was also to ride in the morning after my run and my ride was to go up Glendora Mountain Road (GMR for short as us cyclists like to use). I struggled so much to find the motivation to ride because it was cold and cloudy (it wasn't cloudy when I went running this morning at 5am), but I managed to muster up enough motivation when it was a little bit sunny. I planned out the ride and figured the distance, but I went into the ride blindly not knowing what the total elevation and I actually underestimated it. I feel like the dad who just throws his kid into the pool for the fastest/best way for his kid to learn how to swim. I'm basically throwing myself into these rides that are pretty hilly because I want to get strong faster, but at the same time, I'm doing too much too soon. It's bothering my back. I did a long ride that was also hilly in January and my back was fine most of the time because I took the time to build up to hilly rides. I feel accomplished yet wiped out and my legs are dead at the same time.
Also during the ride, I felt something crawling inside my helmet. It must have gotten in from the side outside of my peripheral because I didn't see anything fly into my helmet. I immediately stopped (safely) and threw my helmet at the sidewalk. I didn't see anything fly away...must have gone in a different direction. I hope it wasn't a bee. There were a lot of butterflies though and it may have flown into my helmet, but I think I would have seen that easily if it did.
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