Run, Forest! Run!

Saturday was a rest day for me. I ended up going out to eat with friends. Apparently, Taylor's has opened a new location in downtown Waukesha. It was fantastic. Beth and Matt ordered sweet potato french fries (I think I had 5) as an appetizer. I got the tilapia sandwich, which was amazing. I highly advise going there.

Enough about food, more about working out!

Sunday I decided to try the previous WOD from Crossfit. For buff people, it was to run 10k. For me (buttercup level... haha), 2.5k. Now, here's the interesting part. If you're smart, you'll notice that it says "k", short for kilometer. If you're me, you'll run 3 miles and nearly die trying.

I got to the Y, hopped on a treadmill, and set it up to 3 miles, so I could get a warm-up going for the first half mile before I started running full speed. I hate running, so I figured easing into it was a good idea. I decided after the warm-up I would run the first mile, then rest, then run the rest. Well, the first mile came and went and I was still running. I was starting to think that I could do this thing, so I began to push myself. The treadmill was on a .5 incline (whatever that means), and I was running a 10:56 mile. Not bad.

I cranked it up a bit and set into focusing on the wall ahead of me, which, if I blurred my eyes enough, it looked like it said "Nilles". Don't ask me what it really said, because I started telling myself that I had to finish that last mile and a half without stopping to show Tony. I got the second mile under my belt and lo and behold, the machine went into cool down mode. I was so pissed, I wanted to meet my goal! I cranked it back up to speed, and increased the time until it wouldn't let me anymore. Every minute from that point on, it decided to decrease my speed because it wanted me to cool down. I got through about .35 mile before I started to notice a weird swelling feeling in my head. My blood was pounding in my temples and my brain felt like it was twice the size it was supposed to be. I decided it was time for the treadmill to have it's way, and I let it slow down until I was at a walk.

When I stepped off the treadmill, I still felt like I was moving forward, and my legs were shaky beneath me. I hobbled over to the towel bin and grabbed a fresh one, supporting myself against the wall. I wasn't sure what I was looking at, so I chugged some water and began to feel better.

So, Sunday's lesson was: always pay attention to converting kilometers to miles or you'll kill yourself. Still, I'm glad I did it.

Today (Monday) is my rest day. I am now back on track with the WOD, and I'll have to start doing it again tomorrow, if my arm feels better. I'm still sore from pull-ups. :P