First of all, let me state for the record, that I'm not complaining about my new sleep schedule. It must just sound like it. It's not meant to. I'm really just trying to document the latest phase of this experiment: sleep deprivation training.
With that in mind, onto the runs. Yup, plural. Two runs the last two days. Results are mixed. Yesterday, I ran the loop I've deemed the "Suck Loop."
"Danielle, I'm headed out."
"OK, where you going?"
"Just the Suck Loop."
"OK, have fun."
It's the Suck Loop. It's 3 miles of mostly road. It's fairly flat. It's easy. It's boring. It sucks. But, it's really convenient and a good quick way to get the blood flowing. And, since it's mostly road, it's easy to pick up the tempo. I ran this loop last week, and somewhat accidentally ran it faster than I ever had. So, when I headed out yesterday, I thought that it wouldn't be such a bad idea to raise the tempo a bit again. I ended up running it even faster yesterday, in an effort that I would describe as "comfortably quick." I'd like to incorporate more of the not quite easy efforts in the future. It's definitely not speed work, but it should help. I felt pretty good and hoping I was getting used to the sleep change.
Not so much. Today, I felt like crap. Well, not total crap, but definitely sluggish. It barely felt like I was getting my legs off the ground. No lift at all. The route I chose was the extension of the 3-mile out and back on the powerlines, which brings the route to 5.25. The weather was perfect, and it was great to be out, but I just wasn't feeling it. It was also apparently a good evening to ride your ATV or MotoX bike as I was nearly killed by a trio of teens along the trail. The trail under the powerlines is a popular spot for riding, and I've encountered a number of ATVs and bikes in the past with pleasant results. I guess it was just a matter of time.
Upon returning home, D was trying to settle the Little Lady down by using the mobile that came with the Pack N' Play. It plays music. Music that makes you want to stick a lit blowtorch in your eye. It's brutal. But, apparently, the Little Lady "needs the stimulation." I'm already dreading the Sponge Dora the Gabba Wubbzy era.