I ran 100s … and maybe pulled a muscle?

Monday’s workout: Bike ride to work (2.6 miles — and I’m not really counting this as part of the workout, but, hey, it’s activity) and a jog/track/jog workout

  • Distance: 2.1 mile jog from my office to the track; 1 mile at the track, sprinting the straight-aways, jogging the curves … for a total of 8 100-meter sprints (duh — it just sounds nice to me to quantify it); 3 mile jog home. Total distance: 6.1 miles
  • Details: Start elevation – 98 ft, Max elevation – 203 ft, Gain – 138 ft
  • Time: didn’t time it

On the days I don’t feel super motivated to run, I tell myself, You can go as slow as you want. Just do it. I had to tell myself that today.

I rode my bike to work and packed running clothes in my backpack — and wore my running belt around my waist while I rode, and I thought I looked really hardcore (more like really dorky):

running belt

Sure, it's totally normal to take pictures of yourself in the company bathroom.

But, by the end of the work day, I wasn’t really feeling the run. I thought about just biking home. And then I thought about this blog and how I need to be accountable to it, and so I convinced myself to run with the stipulation that I wouldn’t time myself (no pressure!).

It was over 80° when I started (80° after 5:30 pm in Portland in April?! I know), but I started to get into a groove. I was hoping the people in the cars going by where thinking, DAMN, she’s tough to run in this heat! I think they were probably thinking, DAMN, she’s really slow.

At the track, I planned to sprint 8 x 100 meters (which I haven’t done since high school), and I was definitely, well, too eager. There were a bunch of middle schoolers there, having track practice, and I thought maybe I could smoke those 12-year olds. Um, no. (Some of those boys are seriously fast.) I went out too fast on my first sprint (IDIOT!) and felt a quick little pop in my right quad. OOPS.

It wasn’t so bad that I couldn’t finish the sprints, but I had to slow down — and I could feel it the whole time. Just kind of there and nagging. Is this a minor pulled muscle? Is this something else? (I hope it’s something else.)

I rolled up my running capris, hoping to mimic compression shorts and keep the muscle held in place.

shorts

It's worth a shot, right?

The jog home was a little uncomfortable, but not too painful, and by then it was about 5° cooler, so pretty ideal running weather.

Now I’m stretching and icing and hoping for the best. And sort of dreading going to bed and laying idle for eight hours. It’s better to be moving around — I worry about what this will feel like tomorrow.