Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Run 10/14/08 and Bike 10/15/08

Run 10/14/08

Talk about being annoyed. So I go out feeling rested and such. And as I head into mile 3 the right head of fibula starts to bother me. I was supposed to run for 45min but stopped short because it just kept getting worse. Looking at the splits, you can tell something was bothering me. It just pisses me off because I never know when it's going to bother me. Some days I'm 100% and nothing bothers me at all. I don't know. I'm just annoyed. Maybe it was the track. Who knows.

Activity
Route:Track
Elev. Avg:38 ft
Location:Willingboro, NJElev. Gain:+0 ft
Date:10/14/08Up/Downhill: [+55/-55]
Time:06:34 PMDifficulty:1.6 / 5.0

Weather:Fair

69 F temp; 65% humidity

69 F heat index; winds Calm
Performance

Distance: 3.38 miles

Time:0:33:37
Speed:6.0 mph

Pace:9' 56 /miHeart Rate:177 bpm (Avg)
Calories:377
190 bpm (Peak)
Notes
Cool Down = .4mi
Elevation (ft)
Pace (min/mile)
Heart Rate (bpm)
Heart Rate Zones
ZoneRange
(bpm)
Time
In Zone
Distance
In Zone
Zone 5180 - 2000h 22m65% 2.22 mi
Zone 4160 - 1800h 11m33% 1.11 mi
Zone 3140 - 1600h 00m2% 0.07 mi
Zone 2120 - 1400h 00m1% 0.04 mi
Zone 1100 - 1200h 00m0% 0.01 mi
(none)out of range0h 00m0% 0.02 mi
Splits
MilePace (min/mile)Speed (mph)Heart
Rate
Elev
Gain
actual+/- avgactual+/- avg
19' 58+0' 026.0-0.01620 ft
29' 30-0' 266.3+0.3183-4 ft
310' 14+0' 185.9-0.1184+3 ft
end10' 05+0' 09
5.9-0.11860 ft
Versus average of 9' 56 min/mile

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Bike 10/15/08

I woke up with the worst headache. I stayed in bed for a good portion of the day. I napped for an hour or two and didn't feel any better. It's a nice day, with our little Indian Summer and all. And I wanted to get out and do something. Maybe some fresh air and sunlight will do a body good. But first, I went to Produce Junction to hook up some veggies for tonight's dinner. Yeah, I'm on a roll with my cooking. I've been really lazy with my food the past few weeks. But I'm actually gonna do a lil sumthin' sumthin' tonight. I'm in the mood for soba noodles with veggies, browned tofu and some type of tahini sauce. That reminds me, I'm running low on miso.

So I got back, threw the veggies in the fridge and headed out to the park. I like the park for running but for biking, not so much. The bike path is full of joggers and walkers. You can easily walk or run around somebody. It's not so easy on a bike though. A couple didn't hear me coming at all. I had to say, "Excuse me," so I wouldn't run them down. There was really no where for me to go really. I left the park and road around the 'hood with no route in mind. I didn't know where I was going and I didn't care. I don't mind riding on the same streets. It's a completely different story running though. It's a pain to see the same thing over and over again on foot.

Anyway, I'm thinking I'll try to run a bit tomorrow and see how the fibula thingy feels. Wish me luck.


Activity
Route:Park and around the way
Elev. Avg:0 ft
Location:Willingboro, NJ
Elev. Gain:-19 ft
Date:10/15/08Up/Downhill: [+344/-363]
Time:04:00 PMDifficulty:2.3 / 5.0
Performance

Distance: 11.35 miles

Time:1:10:52
Speed:9.6 mph

Pace:6' 15 /miHeart Rate:124 bpm (Avg)
Calories:490
151 bpm (Peak)

6 comments:

Laurel said...

That stinks about your fibula. Maybe it just needs a little rest. At least you're still biking it! That's great you're getting in to it.

Your dinner sounds delicious!

Blyfinn said...

Good luck. Hopefully it's a pain free run tomorrow.

Jen said...

Soba noodles = YUM!

Laurel might be right re: the rest. At anyrate, I hope you're better & flying along the track again soon. In the meantime... you can bike!

Michelle J said...

I'm sorry about your fibula! I know about painful runs C!! Be careful and maybe rest a day or two?

Can i come to your house for dinner, like every night??? :O)

Girl on Top said...

Hope you feel better.

tfh said...

Hope the fib holds up.

Seriously, with your cooking skills, there is no excuse for you to skip meals like you do! Sounds like you could have a freezer full of gourmet meals.