{"id":44,"date":"2007-07-14T16:10:11","date_gmt":"2007-07-14T23:10:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/eatdrinkrunwoman.com\/?p=44"},"modified":"2007-09-28T06:57:15","modified_gmt":"2007-09-28T13:57:15","slug":"balance-and-flexibility","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eatdrinkrunwoman.com\/?p=44","title":{"rendered":"Balance and Flexibility"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eatdrinkrunwoman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/LazyDays.jpg\" title=\"Lounging\" alt=\"Lounging\" align=\"left\" border=\"1\" height=\"466\" hspace=\"1\" vspace=\"1\" width=\"350\" \/>In many ways my darling and I are a study in opposites.  Planning is the bane of his existence; he relishes spontaneity.  While I have my impulsive moments, I take comfort in knowing what&#8217;s ahead.  For example, with our trip to France, I booked the Medoc portion through a tour company (I wanted guaranteed entry into the race, plus comfortable accommodations for our weary bodies).  It&#8217;s costing us a pretty penny (actually several), but brings peace of mind knowing we&#8217;re covered.  My darling is responsible for the Paris leg, and he assures me we&#8217;ll have no trouble finding a place to stay once we arrive (I have, however, asked him to at least book a room for our first night).<\/p>\n<p>The same holds true for our training styles.  He&#8217;s naturally athletic, so he&#8217;s not interested nor concerned about a regimented plan.  He figures he can show up and set his mind to running 26.2 miles.  &#8220;You train for the day after&#8221; is his mantra.  (What he means by that is training helps you recover quicker).  I&#8217;m significantly less athletically inclined, so I gravitate toward a more rigid schedule to keep me on track and injury-free.  Fortunately my darling is also very easy-going; he not only puts up with my anal retentiveness, he often joins me on my training runs.<\/p>\n<p>But now that the lazy days of summer are upon us, I&#8217;ve become more flexible in my schedule.  We&#8217;ve suffered through a bit of a heat wave of late (nothing compared to the Southwest, but still pretty darn hot for this area), so afternoon runs have held little appeal (we&#8217;d rather sit on our deck with a frosty beverage).  I&#8217;ve also cut out the cardio classes at the gym in order to save my legs and instead have been focusing on an upper body weight routine.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->We had planned to run 8 miles on July 2nd, but the heat sapped most of my energy and desire.  However, we managed to slog through a respectable 6 miles.  On the 4th the intended early start to our 10-mile run turned into a leisurely morning reading the paper and drinking coffee, so the sun was already beating down by the time we hit the Burke-Gilman at 10 a.m.  Given it was the first sunny 4th Seattle&#8217;s had in years the trail was like rush hour on I-5; at one point a group of at least 25 bikers passed us, and we didn&#8217;t go for more than a few seconds before seeing another runner or biker.  I had decided to run the entire time rather than do the run\/walk program, but by mile 7 I was ready for a walk break.  By now we were getting full-on sun, so my pace slowed almost a minute per mile.  I was thankful we parked at a beach so we could take a dip in the water to cool off.<\/p>\n<p>One of our friends invited us on the inaugural &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/eatdrinkrunwoman.com\/?p=40\" title=\"Bike to Brews\" target=\"_blank\">Bike to Brews<\/a>&#8221; ride on the 7th &#8212; a 20- or 40-mile ride along the Burke-Gilman to the Redhook Brewery in Woodinville (the mileage varies depending on where you started).  Because we were scheduled for a 20-mile run that day, we decided we&#8217;d start and finish at the brewery and join them for lunch.  However, after a thoroughly enjoyable bike ride the Thursday before, we decided we could forego one long run in favor of a long bike ride.  After all, I reasoned, we have a 22-miler coming up this next weekend, and a 26-miler the weekend of August 4; it&#8217;s not like we&#8217;d be slacking off!  Besides, it gave me a good excuse to buy more biking clothes (yes, I have a problem).  We made up for it somewhat by running another 10-miler the day after, but by then my hamstring and left hip started to protest.<\/p>\n<p>This past week has been rather mellow, but on Monday I finally shimmied into my wetsuit for an open water swim in preparation for Danskin.  I had planned on doing the Seafair tri tomorrow, but since I hadn&#8217;t been training I decided to bag it.  I know I could have finished, but why bother if I&#8217;m just going through the paces?  (Besides, I figured the registration fee could be better spent on clothes!)  My hamstring has welcomed the low mileage (3 miles on Wednesday, 6 on Friday, 5 today), and it&#8217;s been great to do a bit more cross-training.  We&#8217;ll be doing another winery ride tomorrow (it&#8217;s the same ride as the Bike to Brews; Chateau Ste. Michelle is across the street from Redhook), and then it&#8217;ll be back to the <a href=\"http:\/\/eatdrinkrunwoman.com\/?cat=10\" title=\"Medoc training schedule\" target=\"_blank\">training schedule<\/a>.  However, I&#8217;m going to try to get a massage in before the weekend to work out some kinks!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In many ways my darling and I are a study in opposites. Planning is the bane of his existence; he relishes spontaneity. While I have my impulsive moments, I take comfort in knowing what&#8217;s ahead. 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